...trailing after after thought
trying to recall
what all the laughter
was about..
purging certainly..
my emotional
obscurity..
before my pen runs dry..
and my weeping mother
cries..
away went my son..
the same route
that his father begun..
testify before the lord
almighty..
we took our shot
for the fruit of plenty..
for the sword of Caesar
came down on the simple
minded peasantry..
only to discover..
we're the one's in power
..yet we all awoke too late..
to find out cities burning
and our women slaked..
Christ crawled to the mouth
of the skull..and paid
for your admission..
did you see..not with your eyes
but with your soul..the end
