We took the best parts of nature and let it bleed.
Crossing is forbidden- the Euphrates.
A dull mind waxed by idle hands...
Green torves sprouting through dry lands
Pestiferous murrain upon barren tombs.
Wools decay beyond summer’s womb.
Fettered in gyves and no saviour in mind..
Morals are barren and the ego has control-
selfish desires and wasted decay
spent on insecurites and ignorant ways
Scriptures determined a token of grace for virtues and vices that sprout from a grave;
of age running backwards toward angels and death;
Latching with laughter for something to drink.
The sweeter the wine, the longer she takes,
to come back to mind and fill with relief.
Somebody save me I’m all alone.
The vices, the virtues they built up their homes and the former came crashing with Dionysus’s dome.
A Forrest with branches and no fruit for taking.
The stay is unknown and the crops will not break.
The kids are not breathing. From layers
of smoke. Your hidings not working the
devil has come. Your words
spit hot fire, your tongue is so numb.
The cold is betraying all that’s become.
Static and immobile from a desert storm.
Breathing the ash from a better source.
Disgust is a feeling for implicit crime.
Discover spheres floating upon a crescent torn.
Sailing across waters and pulling more;
They're robbing the given- life moves in forms.
They’re stripping the models and becoming strong. Our woman our hostage, THE TIME HAS COME.
The men have excuses for comforts home.
Your lies spread fire and destruction.
passions acting and lashing out into the
product of our wills, caught up in safety and abundance may prevail;
your fire is rising to try to claim the throne,
of the highest divine order that we’ll ever know.
You’ll never defeat them;
come back to the swarm.
For not the nature of the thing, but their
perverse and lewd custom is the cause
thereof,
which causeth them to accept bitter or sour things for sweetness.
No man’s judgement,
depraved and corrupt either by
sickness or by custom,
can change the nature of pleasure ,
more than it can do the nature of other things.
Evolution precedes the thoughts of our solace
minds.