World Without End

You want them to be as yourself, morally depraved ever reaching Towards the darkness; to further these covert, self-serving agendas ? Sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar atop of Phi Beta Kappa's nose; scholastic Piranhas aspiring to one day don the coveted dictatorial pitch black robes.... A true Pharisee in contemporaries era apart from this circumcision such mockery Shadow boxing with your own ignorance but you want the world to be just like you ? Raping hearts stripping souls these harlots chasing ghost their fathers sold Amid verbalisms golden wagons crossing this new frontier and crossbone bottles Purchased from her progenies pharmacy at Havard's school of bend to breaks Subjugatings oppressive dogmatic law ? Refusing to enter Light's temple.. While chaining others these children blinding their eyes barriers aside your Pagan's pain judicial refrain morally depraved ever reaching ? ...."Martha, I Am the resurrection." *