Psalm For a Past.

A trusted tongue may rewrite history,
For few would know the difference.
All lies will fade into periphery,
As the sin becomes the sentence.


The law is not that truth is God,
Instead that it’s perception.
Belief becomes a gaping maw,
As all else becomes irreverent.


The mouth of mind consumes the world,
Until it is forgotten.
This poisoned sight, it damns the earth,
From whence it was begotten.


Toil, trife, and time will tell,
The task within our great madness.
We search for a world worth dying for,
As we snuff the one we inhabit.




- Null