The Waters showing how they have broken.
Seeing slaughtered the mind with its absence.
Runnels of blood from the mouths that have spoken.
Crushing out life, like washing an abcess.
A glass half full is a glass half emptied.
The seer’s crying, weeping while soaring.
Spotted on high those low flying diverse
madnesses sweep across open Oceans.
Budhist mobs? Baying, praying for murder.
Have we not all of us, been this mistaken?
Empty belief, beggars the believers.
Heresy, I’ve said heresy! Ah Men?
The world stands with exascerbated breath.
Good will fails, exasperated with death.