Man's Obstinent Acquittals Of Time And Immortal Ends... Poem by Michael Gale

As perverse divisional straights break off consistant resistance by man's obstinent acquittals of time and immortal ends...
Why must we become bleak depressional ends, of life's most valuable intake into the brain insane?

Lost horizons may only over-take our unevened levels of insanity pervase...
What does life instill at stake?

What-If any, does art do bake? ...
Delicious, is not life tasted, only burnt by destructive tendancies, that ingredients only add, to a recipe of the hazy dead and lonely, sad.

How bad? ...
Only unsaturated adultery, feeds the dark side of man's diet to feed as starved trans-fats, of evil thoughts to greed and over-grown seed.

What grows real tall as like a rotted palm, of the desert-ed heart? ...
Lonely seeds of destruction unleashes deciete, and disdainful ideas.

Jealousy and mild melodies, sing out, to only half self tempered deseases, that spreads as like a cancer that be unavoidable at best...
No savior may tame but only, one may cure this biological cur.

God almighty is the only over due feelings of pure.