Grinding In the Mill

It so happen, The hungry whale in hearty amity, with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer. Led him to the gallows. blackened by whorish adventurous traverse on many beds, with mascara concealed the treacherous venom of invading serpent, Delilah dressed in the garbs of Deborah, gives a Judas kiss to their prey, and at the other counting house, quarrying on the destinies of many, insincerity, what evil stems from your whorish womb, hunting for prey as missioners from hell. Did they find a victim in you? The gold is now dross,your eyes gauged and locks cut. And You the victim, Sometimes in reminisce, Your dreams revived, Yet, trudging the barren hill down the desolate vales The Burden of Dumah, buried at the alter of Jezebel And there he sleeps, cowering in the ship to Tarshish, Is this the place for rest? Ah! Terror concealed with a kiss, The timber soon are strained. This sinkhole is a path to misery, many men groan on that path. Tales of woe unspoken. A thousand beckoning subtle smiles, could be the doorway to death, with wanton lust enticing men of big dreams from the pathways. Hush! Should These Despots succeed? Buried destinies, Murdered dreams, Swapped mission, Alas! In that grave over there, crammed with unfulfilled destinies. buried between their thighs. Oh Man! Guard Your unfulfilled mission, Lest like Samson, You grind in the Mill.