Nights spent in your feeble stake,
in this world there's no room for
the weak, of staggering acrimony and ache.

Yet you carried on, obliged by weary smiles
of your children, your image! Humiliation,
the only obligation to your felicitless wife was
to insist on pouring over rivers of the blue and
white, the auspicious mist that they radiate.

Attempts in vain, only to further incarcerate
yourself, and this enclosing cell. Vicious bystanders at the crescendo of your soundless wake. Disparaged, this confusion is creating
a commodity of carnal incompetence.

All roads must lead to hell then, it must be sufficed. Incredulous, how dare thee! Take my money, my property, my sanity, take it all ye lord! This diety that consumes and spites me! Indulging and divulging the very essence of my altruistic, dedicated being! Where'd my family go? Where'd my dream of all incessant prosper and harmony dim to decadence?

O'Lord, gracious and benevolent.
I aspire to thee, for vision and faith.
Yet these citadels of nefarious, luring
veiled promises are destroying me.

Yet after testimony of boundless whim,
a revelation you must deem it twas. The life
of your lies, tears in dried streams cannot flow, for the current was abashed with regret long ago. Seams that were sown, in such loving and melodic tone all crumble and stray. Away, away this is the gate from which gold equivocates to cold stone.

Young father, lover, man. Hair still proliferates your daring stare and must always be ye attribute of mounted revere. Austere you've become. A very dark blue flows like the opening of the Rhine at the demise of the insidious fleas!
Upright, critically flawed but aligned your stride is inept to convince the fondest of eyes.

This dynamic of procreation, concept of conception. The putative nature of expansion. Heir to an empire, let the love florish! Replenish this sullen hole! Young man you are not to be ashamed. Alone, yet an onslaught of kindred and cherishable passion witholds your instrinic slanderous shame. Malign, more lonesome than the dove of the collapsing world, with wings on fire your steps in the sand are only the remants of a man of assured morality, yet downtrodden
impartiality.