Poems ✍️

Don't preach your vermin 'pon my soul

My ears be deaf to the dross you toll

The axis of Earth, she soon shall bend

to the likes of you- And thus, The End-

of darkness, space, life and tenure,

of misquoted doctrine in generous measure;

the wheels come off, you beg like a snake,

chased by a mongoose to prelude your fate;

'Light' will shine, and judge your guise,

reveal and display your smoke-bag of lies,

a Spirits flame shall blind your eyes;

its Light will judge your hideous pleasures,

your vacuum of hate, deceitful endeavors,

unto timeless darkness, your finite tenure.