the ill-laden words are insignificant

t'is writers minds and souls that begets judgement

woes trundles forth from woeful inherent in maligned hearts

those basket cases with basket-full of inner miseries their wares

festering minds in festering vents projecting **** malaise

maladroit

the galls of un-hued yet a-washed with stains shame murky deeds

sinners in the woodpiles setting flames to timbers and Oaks

their woes bellowing in cloudy white smoke-screens

spouting un-poetry of Armageddon happenstance

from minds where fear pain worthlessness

trashes primal cowards hiding their woes

as they crawl in judgement of those

in brilliance and Light