Eris

Eris

Reflecting back on where it all started,
There's no wonder why we're all retarded,
When, from the beginning, we departed,
For shorelines beforehand disregarded,
When the children cry and point their fingers,
At demons' antics and devils' cleavers,
The argent tongues of the warbling singers,
Spin argent yarns to create believers,
But when those demons return much later,
The magic of verse falls out of favor,
Blood before silver's a creed much greater,
Than tales of spirits, serpents, and saviors.
   But in death the universe shall confide,
   The truth, not external, within resides.


Invino Veritas
4/16/15
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