Friday, June 11, 2010
To dally with what is old shall laugh accordingly,
Locking a horde with trifles and strawberry jam.
Unlawful remarks mask the facial features of their sin,
Wash a frightened spy of his head being in complaint.
The philanderer of facts surprises us with his action,
Facts do roll, rolling is sudden as the then workers revolt,
Tomorrow is their work, and today is their strife.
Striven soldiers protect his red face and his bloody sword
That strikes at their hearts as if hearts were stronger from him.
To trust him is to loathe the very fact of the opposition,
This knowledge is transferred to the other side, which may be heaven.