4:07 am

Accentuated allegories, fine-tooth lies amidst his stories. Feigning painless face transitions, the mind preserves a central mission.

Omega’s not enough to promise success – witness witless pit against his robotic narcotic of desires neurotic until he fills the pill with progressive will –

What you pretend to intend will end.
His medicine of melted sin slips up only when –
The sun calls in sick.

Forget regret, you’ve lost your bet. Upset and let down cause you’ve lost that wood crown in the shape of the frown of your future’s renown.

A shepherd in sheep’s clothing. No matter how much it may seem otherwise.

~ by cptgibbs on March 9, 2010.

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