Indecision wrought upon
the strongest of them all;
nameless plage much like
the eerie eyes on a stirless doll.

Ghastly shadow placed
in between the jointed pair
flitting black feathered warnings
of thy promise not to err.

All of which - each time come to thrill
the blessed one's curious burden
of his god forsaken will.

Plotted message,
one of devil's best disguised -
gained along the straying path
had long before surprised.

Much like foul indulgence
sprinkled on the pastry of my dying hope,
which, not seeming quite inquired
to exceed it's careless lope -

- glows with more than half to spare,
as if it would not be ware;
Only now must it intrigue
the warworn fields of weary keens:

"Quit thy amiss tune of sorrow,
kill thy choler by all means!"

Must I wake, oh after laying,
can't I rest in utmost lair?
My dear God, I'm tired of praying -
be there end on top this stair!

Only little need I stress,
that by umpteen earned concessions,
only one misfit will do
to unlock the plane regressions.

Thereby stand the scoured savannas,
luring out indepted plighters;
As if to say that only fighters
ought expect their righteous righters.

How on gauntly deadly fail
one can hope to long prevail;
when so aptly fitted armor
even here persists to ail?

III