There is no pleasing it,
This scattered tableau of sin,
Devouring every kindness and repaying it with spite.
For every heartfelt offering a new insult, a fresh attack
A black crust congeals and hardens o'er the Earth
Until at last there can be no more offerings
And evil spits its last breath with a curse unheard
Oily spittle defacing the last tapestry
As sun and blue skies retreat with mournful dignity
Leaving nothing but the stars' cold pity.
This scattered tableau of sin,
Devouring every kindness and repaying it with spite.
For every heartfelt offering a new insult, a fresh attack
A black crust congeals and hardens o'er the Earth
Until at last there can be no more offerings
And evil spits its last breath with a curse unheard
Oily spittle defacing the last tapestry
As sun and blue skies retreat with mournful dignity
Leaving nothing but the stars' cold pity.
1 comment:
And I thought we were having a bad day. This is just like logging onto Freedom BBS! Old skool Turtle.
Well, I have a new addition for my bucket list: sneak a bottle of olive oil into a museum, swill some, and then spit at the wall hangings.
Oh dang, best keep this "Anonymous" just in case oily spittle on tapestries comes to pass.
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