We Weed The Clay – Unhinged Poem

Plagues kill the sand beneath your feet,

while words cut the skin from your flesh,

a righteousness unknowingly flawed,

a belief system designed to fail,

atrocities Ignored,

a family of sinners,

children born to be kings,

lords amoung the peasants,

the deceptive bastards,

the sinners all,

tomorrow forever,

yesterday ignored…