Today Twisted tales are told torrid
OF vicious values vicariously vacated
And Piercing Patriarchs passed their primes
With the highest Hoarding heady heights,
Attacking ashen angels- after the atrocious altars
eager earthly echoes Entangled Enticingly
Ravishing righteously revoking the rarity
deluded days denying the decree
a yielding youth yearning
With embattled battalions bashing against the bastions
Injustice injures incognito
The dethroning devils decrying a deceased deity
Pretty petty prayers the pious plead
as budding boys bravely bleed
For Fearful faces front fruits,
Tracing treasonous the tree;
Jurisprudence- judges jeering the just
Scavenged scorn smearing the smitten
As the fallow fields flay
A missives mercy makes meek
As a zangy Zarathustra
And Xenophon exhumes exasperated Xerxes
Seeping sick, A sullen sadness sent sulking
Obsessed obedience observes the oath...
Whorish whole; a whoring world!
Carrying crooked crosses, cries cracking crassly
Killing kindly kissing kith and kin
Lightly laughing lips languish long
while cries crack crushing credulity
An Overcoming Overman obliterating overtly
those groveling gods; their greatness gone
Libertine lies liberate
As it passes the horizon-
Suns searing sent soaring
A globe goes gaunt gleefully
The world does turn- so it goes, the end of a man passes nearer,
An so liberated, scanning upon the jagged scene, he turns from the setting sun-
And ends his day
The prophets have never depicted a better heaven.
With a silly twang and a blushing cheek,
Did she at once steal my attention and move quickly to the heart
The first fruits of womanhood
Locked in golden chains
Was I thus constrained by the iron of honor
And a few which the slave learns to avoid the slave-catcher
But there were shadows dancing in the light
Painting gloom upon the enlightened.
For here there is much tension and little harmony
I have found the secret of all our heroes
Was Achilles not impassioned,
To avenge only the slain
All that is heroic is love of death and the departed.