All Is Nothing
Creations I built around your axis,
Skilled with ideational praxis,
Given up like snake-eyed dice,
Sincerely proffered sacrifice.
Tendered freely, fuelled the fire,
Gasoline infused desire,
Whoosh and crump of my damnation
Redeemed by paper masque salvation.
My living blood I would surrender,
Blind crusader, true defender,
Eyes put out by poker vision,
Gouged to death by sweet precision.
Your loosing hounds when all was done,
I tear to shreds, the end begun,
Dragging down, in silence bow,
For all is nothing to you now.
The pain of your dissemination,
Your character assassination,
True but sort of sad somehow,
My all is nothing to you now.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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