Disputed

Disputed Remain among the living Feed glory to the wispy trails Of fresh salted tears Though not to exaltation To put on a pedestal Lift on high The very virtue of kindness That greys even the brightest of souls Give up, trudge on Either way is the forked road Greeting fate’s traveler as all As all indeed are cursed to sin And lie we may Among harlots to the world According to God’s say Selling ourselves short Faulted kingdoms to heaven Dictatorship to he who sits With soft hands as in home The same be of spirit Of sane mind, by will Yet wicked of functional force Gales of extinction inevitably Cleansing the retardation of over spun growth until most truly all may Remain among the living