Time grows, man stones.
Cruelty toothed- enameled and cemented
Ideologies evolved- unidirectionally
Truth in the winds, whirled away
Drama enslaved destiny
Power puffing pains and predicaments
Litter drowning in darkness
Tilting tartared thoughts towards fat forlorn figure
Inkless pen appended signatures on a blotting piece of paper
Furrowing sorrow on a fertile soil
Irrigated; flooded and blooded
Exsulflated souls and galled its carcasses- remains
Nay; precipitation as such tears
Nothing to murder my moan.
[Crystal]
