waters weep their filtered failures
finders keep their would be saviours
it's fine to fry a furrowed brow
and cash in on cowards who can not call

if wayward wishes I'll behest
no sooner would the reapers rest
from a fool follows fervor
so I would travel this no further

your advisories follow his accord
his custom crimes move ever forward
but I wouldn't catch a boastful breath
if my devils dined on fallen flesh

and so we pay the cruelty kept
to avoid the dust that goes unswept
moving mobs of molten membranes
just here to hold heaven's reins

07/16/2003

Author's Note: repost from backup I don't plan on reposting everything from my previous library. But certain things have spoken to me and insisted on being included here.

Posted on 11/22/2005
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