Carrying the wind that heals my forthcoming
A lightless path holding my sway, blessing the way
And forever in blessedness my pain dries up
So this swing of the maytime cared this so much my heart of much blood
But no more would I bleed for those who pissed, lest they're all be damned or worse
So would I now be going to December for writhing in this ember? I think not!
For no worse would I suffer for poisons meant for others, no more would I drink it!
Assailants, repelled, undwelled, corralled, marauders calling home
Appalling, conniving, humanity's blessed blackness, eschewed
Bored writings, shortcomings, deriding no more mine world
Eloping, malprancing, I declare betwixt me walls with saneness
And the dead shall inherit none of me, for those fools in humanity comprehend me not
But no more shall I shed my souls for them drudges, fraught caring no sharing in stupid profaning
Then vomits me dirges made out of blood, this wayward son is fatherless once more
For the dead is the race that has no inkling, as to why they are damned for all their worth...
Upswinging, right staging, denouement flights so enough of this nonsense false waking!
In aeternum, great corundum, for now my revenge is no longer on the mindless
Freaking trysts, mother's lice, I meant what I say for when you are the stupid
Endless nothing, truth in binding, my life's more precious than your idiotic presence!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013
