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
