"Truth is rarely pure and never simple," read the line. A quote from who, I'm not sure, but plain as day, the message sits upon a mind of sordid kinds, which falls within the realm of thought beneath the scope which conscious wrought and hands not yours nor mine this day shall strive no more to pave the way within such spots as like to rot from damp, and not, as you might think, from drunken writers favoring drink no, rather from Immortal kinds who raze our thoughts and blind our eyes for reasons not quite known to me and neither yours, who just like thee, are like to follow wants desire not the Holy writ entire.
Dance upon your grave today, laugh until your heart is gay. A merry song from which to glean my message truth whose get shall wean more further groping truths entire to save thy heart from sulfurous fire. |