The years marshaled through the scattering
swaddle, septenary, jubilee, and wake; from
ovum to man, tenancy to bankruptcy, and
ignorance to erudition cloistered away from
the foul of mankind, shunning the doctrines of
all religion, no animal or human shall be shackled
and fettered with threatening control by elderly
kooks; the sinewy resentment abides by only
one principle: instinct. Let no lark, siren, and
apparition upend this callous vengeance, for truism
and truth needs no validity from some artless
pitchfork-wielding sinister who collude with
Satan himself, hold your prayers, thoughts, and
condolences for some brittle, God-peccant, acolyte
who couldn’t separate goats from sheep, and last of
all, you mordant loving God-sociopaths take your
judgment, hatred, supreme self-centeredness and
bury it with your hypocrisy deep within this dying earth
and find your terminus an everlasting stone of refuge
with eternity and nothing more after.
