Nov 2022
Dusty rooms with broken locks, that open on Styx river’s docks. Quiescent and serene, the broken shards of endless dreams lie shattered on the quay.
Hyenas prowl, and vultures lurk, while ravens collect shiny baubles. And far across the tumultuous water stands the devil’s majestic hovel. A house of cards all full of light that speaks of vindication. While capturing self righteous minds with human degradation.
Such a tentative position man, a flash of light on desert sand. Yet to the endless sea of time, a tortured wretch in pantomime?
To mock the gods with books of lore, that delineate tomorrows shores. With so many right and so few wrong the devil weaves a simple song, of perfected ostracizing. While social stigmatism's blind becomes it’s own creation, to tie the hands and feet of all and shadow our perception.
Hyenas prowl, and vultures lurk, while ravens collect shiny baubles. And far across the tumultuous water stands the devil’s majestic hovel. A house of cards all full of light that speaks of vindication. While capturing self righteous minds with human degradation.
Such a tentative position man, a flash of light on desert sand. Yet to the endless sea of time, a tortured wretch in pantomime?
To mock the gods with books of lore, that delineate tomorrows shores. With so many right and so few wrong the devil weaves a simple song, of perfected ostracizing. While social stigmatism's blind becomes it’s own creation, to tie the hands and feet of all and shadow our perception.
