Victory

We humbly made our abode out on the blank marked page It was there we reliquished a sigh of relief Through tempers a fire just to fill a sincere want & desire In height of temporal anticipation We live our lives in humble gratitude Victory Marked on a blotted page yet clearly intact Through a filter we can nurse our trouble Tempers a fire in direct service toward one another; Victory came suddenly out on its blotted scheme In pulsating fervor we can hear a vile scream In the fire of affliction where sounds of a cry seem deafening Gone our the days with fervant craze In temporal adjustment lying blanket in some haze The vine has been cracked in sore appease contemplation Perhaps were in need of a rest on some long awaited vacation? In inner longing trapped variation The twilight sun has tainted my inner vision A soul pressed hard in instant isolation Stregnth comes in numbers yet that is doubled We as a society have become infected sorely troubled