The laborer is gone from us & we have lost our turn, A soul in preparation for its final destination; Projected to the timeless chatter in soul survival Warranted death pron ed in meager timeless violation
Posted as the reason for the trial in undone vegetation We hate to do what is right amidst a chartered course; In its developed shell tender mercy burn in hell Violent ashes pron ed to silence the death!
Back door man approaches second choices In sex torn to rubble Make my Martini strong like on the double The outside world scorned to major treason
Leaves no trace of remorse intact without any bit of reason; The outlet of slaves pron ed in circumvent matters in decayed rats bitten with teeth On the moment we were reluctant sore vexed pierced in utter Resistance Pron ed in knives counted for dead many worried moments in my head;
The pier by ocean front property flashed before my fragile existence A flight of birds overhead would soar as good as dead; Honesty is the best policy when dealing with greed, Then to notice the honest noble deed;
While the outside world just longs to see you bleed! In a dozen red roses sore vexed in seeded dew Chosen in late Autumn across the river drew; A field of colorful decorated lights in scenic compromise
Longing to recapture a great here after Pron ed to laughter the paddle with ball to shelter Shallow hedges often leading causing trouble leaving to bleed in Currents with variation of a dream harming;
In flight of fancy so very alarming yet often charming The back door man is of a simple mind & plan Through a variation of a dream A challenge to be free is a question in time?