Only Devil's Own Hears Each Useless Cry

Only Devil's Own Hears Each Useless Cry The many that fool the common lot, overshadow the few that race for good: I think they know Time takes all they got yet love to be splinters in the stained wood. Although short are days of their malice: Long will be days of burning fire. No saving reprieve or kiss of silver chalice can quench the thirst of Justice's raging desire. In the Time of long laughs and futile treasures every shadow watches and holds a memory. All to bequeath cuts in equal measures, based upon each ones walk in dark history. When the false Stream finally runs dry there, only devil's own hears each useless cry. Robert J. Lindley, 7-01-2016