Forgiveness

There is no forgiveness,
only knowing distress.
If we wish to feel Mother’s caress
then we need to see the mess
created by a world on fire;
we dance atop it’s funeral pyre
driven by our own desire
Liar, liar, pants on fire
how is it that you can conspire
to bring the Whole unto an end;
a message to your lord I send
“Were you to come here I would say,
we’ll live our lives, we’ll dance and play.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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