Morning Salves

4 05 2008

Dark times breed dark thoughts,

Lightning is known at night

No salve can save one struck

The epidermal slate testifies

And the witness knows he cannot lie,

The searing pain is truth.

Morning, dawn arrives,

Mourning comes and thrives,

When man’s lust is fought off

Stronger desires are satisfied,

At the expense of the lucrative

Riches now are gained.

Give your peace and give us desire

Satiate the heart and quell the ire

Ending strife is no small task

Sending life with human mask.




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