They have done it wrongly
but fear to lose out
for what little they have
is clinged on to.
I'd correct, but reluctance
for their agenda
is to change the paths of
what may not need.
Drawing it out of the well
as ink into a soul
they try to force it into
this realm ; -
but it will not for it decides
the wyrds writ.
For it guards the spirits
of Holy Nones.
They breed and multiply ;
so many children
but it seeks not vessels
it is their error
like a spelling mistake
to a correction ,'
the demon is in a details
as daymon turns.
I know of their craft but fate
is undecided as of yet :
It is nervous I am outside
for guilty conscience,
but they do not know me :
they put the verdict
before the explanation,
only listen to gossip.
For like the ciphers it is -'
in visions to see
as when gazing into the
Obedyanna
for through it the dwellers
reach into ours
and bind themselves
as totemics.
It lashes from the places
for it is bored.
They carry out its orders.
It answers not
who gives the command ;
blind obedience :
But only without sight
is a path made.
I do not understand why
they do not think
of what their thoughts are
but act on instincts,
then are surprised when
it's pointed out,
but there is also a line
between payments
and to be exploited but
they are one-sided. |