I am wyrding with you now
for all things which
was never said must be writ
for at the bottom
of the lakes doeth it lie
to poison the fish.
It is not pleasantries for
like nuclear waste
it was made into instead of
a crystal clear lake -;-
If it is not known for wyrds
then we walked past.
The trees have dyed of it
the roots in water
into them it was wyrded
like a poison chalice
they are dying to speak
of it to us, dying -
Diving into the wyrdings
the rivers does not
carry the poisons away;
at the bottom it is
where mussels should be
with pearls inside.
For by mistake are made;
it is said to never
throw them before swine;
but there are none
for poisonous they became
but they talk not of it.
'
It is like casting demons
into swine; but who
was it then who made it so
when daymons were -
for it is so',so poisonous
for the lost pearls.
It is all of society which
there ignores it
it festers; it irradiates them
to then lay blame
on somebody else will do
but they not either.
'
Blood can not wash it out
for it is not change
but to prey on it instead
of praying into it
into abuse it was turned
like lead in paint.
I am out of air to breathe;
and return to surface
to only see the clear-blue sky
into the lakes reflects:
The age of the water bearer
the lake must be as it.
I understand what I must do
but I am so afraid
that they do not; they do not
for it is all for them
to lay it on others but find
the cross's removed. |