Paradise never
standing on knees
wallowing in the shallows
falls the sour green tears of envy
pitiful laden cries of the vacuous lesser
trailing ****** staccato of absent promises
embedded and hawking from the stalls of cowards
the sad muddled beings lost in loss of their unreachable

and as the pitter-patter of murky minds pits witless
one sublime vision sees in spheres positive
there but for the grace of the Highest
theirs are not mine to contend
the furious wills forsaken
seeking vengeance
in ebbs of shame
and malice