You didn't and you couldn't, listen unto the wisdom in ancient told ?
Selling exchanging your birth right but questions arise amid your mingling
With secular eyes a pagans lies your choice but light speaks as this within that
Your manifest destiny has yet presented itself to the world; a thousand years as a
Day and it's all back wash you say ? So I spit into this tangled cup poured myself another
Glass of cheap Caribbean Rum a shot of coke laughed while I choked back your dirty joke; your
Truth revealed amid times self fulfilling prophecy a revelation in distains dreams; pawning your children.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013