Long days
Slow waste
Sew lies

Sow hate

So many years to clean the slate

Endless despair within its wake
His touch soiling what used to be clean
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams


No more
Cold pace

Slow days (?)

And again he rides in

It's September and he covets the gullible
Skeletal wish - hunter
A thousand lies

Cast from the throne of secrecy

Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserables lies

See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
The insect trust - believer
Your body a vehicle to


Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn

Invisible king - dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow


A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift solution crumbles

Beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
Death in his eyes - waiting
Spiralling judgement, provoked in the rains


This futile test drowned in the levee of deception


In the year of his sovereign
Rid us of your judgement
Heir apparent


by mysteriooo