The art of a society
is for all intents its treasure
but not for repetiton
but the continual creation of it
from the basics.
Cherry drips from crowns,
as branches cuts
In prayer be for its return
It can be too creative
but also to dull for its the story
of its Governance
and the fates which for lands
made toils for tools.
It is destroyed by the tail,
of excuses and lies.,
as slippery eel is caught.
There is for religion
into culture it reaches to make holy
for sacraments;
the other ways and soon it
to sacrilege turns.
As Royals Coin between us
to keep it Holy.
lest Laws need not apply.
Then for law is abandoned
for it's the aborted child of all beliefs
soon that people
find themselves to perish as their
abominations. |