fueling fear of what’s held most dear
you put it all on trial
you spit on saints then claim they ain’t
cruel lies told with a smile
sweet perfume fouls as you consume
and shrug-off as your style
no rats would think the depths you’d sink
your gift to them is bile
your phony show not long ago
we snickered for a while
then came the deal unhinged unreal
and devils due was dialed
with hate that boiled as those who toiled
to get though one more mile
I saw the end and lost a friend
he couldn’t smell your bile
now all seems lost unknown the cost
your legacy so vile
all you have birthed shall scorch the earth
an epoch of denial
if strength of will someday rebuilds
this lesson we must file
and mark the day all went astray
and left us with your bile
——
My Sweetheart knew this long before I did
Blessed…
m(___)m
