There is no brilliance
in creating one Haiku
my dog composed this.
Long ere creation spurn
The stars shone in the heavens,
Billions of years they have burned
To musing eyes
The freethinker peddles his thoughts
of conflicting matters and disillusion distinctions
eventually, confronts endogenous distraught.
Custom of truth valued by all,
Lies are lies, great or small;
Where thy tongue spew in contort,
An angel vengefully hears distantly amort;