For Land's Sake

Short of help, but still of staff the headache from the neck does last the evenness of time in cache lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed! Though waiting, justice is enmassed to some fond hill, its wearied bast has tempered not the day's full cast and sleeps in kinship, life's repast! Forgiveness lacking, lacks in class so metered to repeating's lash like some huge wail, the wave's do splash first beaten ~ then to mercies crass! Deliverance of lieing's stake the game goes on of win and take, the overpowering of land's sake do drink and drink its servile cask! That greed and garrison of task nor common sense can so express the doing's done in overt haste, this burgeoning of time erased! That filtered sleeve of compromise should pinch the air to realize, we've done it, winnows out our eyes while change redundant hypnotized ~ . . . becomes incumbent with the skies!