in a day life all changed...i asked for a muse
life gave me regret...i begged for solitude,
life tossed me to the wolves, why does the fog
not wither away as does the dust of aged flesh...?
cry your worries, woe your wants, cut the vessel
of juice that lives beneath the surface...
in a word i spoke simply this...life is a game
to which only one winner go it's spoils, victory
is not he who finishes first, on top, or with more
points...blessed are those that sting the venom
of word, pen thy character with concrete and waste
silver the light of moon, caressing the body of
sin, do not the shallow water drink, never live to
see the light of moon again...
in a cursed world we live, hustle, bustle, toil and
rot, late are those whom time cannot touch, break
the seal of rhyme with rhythm of disgust...sing
the song of the butterfly kiss...
do not be he who cannot understand, be ye he who
condemned to die hath been...forget that life has
led you astray, and look only to your accomplishments
for survival, do not this tender heart touch...it
shall bite back with fury unknown, unbiased, unholy...
listen to the buzz of Angel, only can the winged
creature of majesty show you true love, only upon
this creature can one truly know the depth of life,
do not be frightened young child, mother will be here
shortly, by the hand she will lead you, into heroic
uncertainty shall you go, into the fire of righteousness
will you burn...goodnight child, adolescence has arrived...
do not fight the truth, it is a battle you shall not win,
do not allow the care to luxury, do not waste your breath...
live now, die free, or lived chained, your choice...
s.r.petros
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