While Darque Mists Remain Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Strain Of Those Of, The Struggle, Seeking 2 Retain A Sane Style.
Smile Of, The Darque Mists, While So Many It Permanently D-Files With Trial.
Bile 2 B Smelled While Godly Blessing Is Jailed.
Felled Angel, Why Is H.E.A.V.E.N. Lost?
Lost N This Foundation Succumbed 2 Utter N-Tropy.
Thirsty 4 The SoulSex That Keeps X-Isters Spellbound.
Around The Corner Awaits A Ride 2 A H.E.L.L.
Dwell Upon The Savagery That Cements Success.
Caress Of The Darque Mists As The Purple Rain Makes All Discretions Totally Undress. A Long Stiff 1, Again, Eases This Decades Long Migraine, Smile.