They dragged him to the gallows

He did not kick nor scream

They dragged him to the gallows

To watch the father hang

As with ages sang from sandy storms

Historic distortion in the scorn of woe

Fate was chosen of a frozen foe

Calculated to the sum of that which cannot be known

As he roamed the tides of time

To find a home to shine

Until dim

But it found him and blotted out the vices of victory in victimless villainy upon the vanity of his venom, beautifully belittling the betterment of his ******* benevolence in malevolent speechlessness from his grinning sieges of silence, knifing through the violence with the ballistic alignment of a consignment contract to contact the creatures of the black.

What once was lost ...

Is back