Shattered Stalemate
Written October 3, 2004
I'm not inspired by your words of woe
nor the toxic tears of your ashen eyes
pouring pity upon a silken face
lived without remorse upon mankind
Your chaos is your own, not mine
seething through your every pore
shadowed only by the arrogance
that you are the master of us all
Splinters of your sadistic deeds
sent upon my aura shall not take
for the mirror returned it unto thee
my will is my own, not yours to take
I shall be golden, among the indigo
soaring above it all, live and free
while you fall from the throne of bones
left beneath your religion’s withering tree

