When ending a life is kind

When Mort is kind the weakened levy breaks the sound releases solace abound the masters of the game fallen to soon left over gripes payoffs bribes threatening the poet beckoning the brilliant mind to covenant haste the meaningful lessons of truth how a poet spends a lifetime in solitude of the mind witnessing giving birth to true poetry that can’t be taught poetry is profound letters between the poets own soul to the poets own heart it can never ever be extorted my assassins gathered in my midst to retrieve my poetry for fraudulent means masterfully sending hitmen to Mort me trust as I kneel over my own killers mercy and Grace provides redemption of the mind poetically Mort is kind