Consistently and without prompting
I contend with the same
Why you? Why God? Why me?
Time measures each of us a Judas kiss
A profound dissection
Of inborn sureness
When that secure stake is violently clawed
The fever sets in
Is this misery a prerequisite?
Must there be a cleft to pioneer each man and women to their apex
What is the answer to this malignant splinter?
Trimmed with a side of utility
There must be a culling
Insist, do not lie down and be a token
Name that to serve us, a total restoration
Bring forth a famous reception
To trace this earned coming
For an aberrant twisted mind lies in wait
The poser will always play back
Even now I must habituate
To own my bias alee
Where I’ve espied a sweetening does sleep