I have my doubts though one way is  to cross through
Morgoth or Moloch or maelstrom of the daggers that
dare not do to you as I must
State of being as an American... graduations, convivials,
brunches and Sunday football gatherers...

Vitriol and dusts.. cruelty extremists.. in the Good Book I trust...
fire the moonshine runners, kick the tires,
burn the gloved fists, sapphires and rust

I am not fed by the chimes of spurious
daunting jabs and dares
We can not quiz valiance, doors to utopian
realms and passages to take us there

Nemesis so cloaked and free as dramas betwixt
were the destitute rally of failed strife stories now
They have begun being nixed for the better ones
That's you and me  
volley of drab defensive rushes
forwarded and returned
peeling by the time  
deliverance was the postage affixed

Always lost in hubris the darkest of hours
Oh God...Horus, oh Tiamat await within the spiritual spirits

Frolic a coy loss, avail and fail, win and loss,  free hits
Such as you and I, surely...
Pleasing to the laws that raced to sever flesh and verify ascensions
For as psychosomatic brevity scolded all were watched and mocked The decisions continue to contrasts to depths I(we) flew and swayed into the eves and dawns that greens of immersed magics founded of cadence  

Now shadows replace valor quickens the sights acknowledged
Words of attack too dense the ghosts slide into grasp of human touch
Making excited the lows and walking
the commodity of joy back home
I have swapped the cinders and children so futile and desperate yet history repeats surround now forces of the darkness as stronger wiser beings of the light have found it was to hurt me, they've found fealty in never turning the revenants  to madrigal wisps summoned by ceremonies of taciturn death
Tell me, tell us what you never did fragile young soul...
So nice to quell smooth novice frozen garb stitched of merry deniers
Unhook the golden copper wax coddled wires
Now use the knowledge of all creation brandish the satisfactions and follow the inhibitions into the new future
The ones that shadows had replaced time afore now merely we stand awaiting as servants to a cause at your door