Of course I break and sway and as they say die another day a probable game to play when they take your soul away….before, on the porch, he stood and screamed remorse, it’s worse than the rocking horse tipping back and forth..   a scolding soldier .. the things your mother told ya and all the lethal force drawn upon your door.   Bastions of righteous minions lay siege to your dominion and force all of your children into begging for this eden until they don’t remember until you can forgive her they swallow up forever in minutes ever after in basic sick diversions in lieu of subtle passions in lieu of real creation .. like a bargainer’s mitigation .. bask and behold unmask and resolve where were the wonders this year oh, forgotten amidst the fear.  Where were the wages of war .. at every child’s door accuse me of rebellion and list my name for here is horror and I am shame ..