beast soul or feast of toil
nave or gnome poet or saint
cave or sunlit mount or free cloud baring
the least rain the main
thing or an ant
an insignificant
bit of DNA that calms the sexually aggressive
the sinners of us saints
the devil's soul awaits those
among us pertinent
to survival so I sold
my wings to a sinner
fluttered down
and was landed upon
as a walking innocent
like I think of us all
called upon the earth cried out
forsaken is a hard boil
yes I am a boil
a sore upon the
hellsfire
a bane to those believed
tired never getting older
still not believing