Unethical Legacy
On a fatefully fine Friday evening I opened the Bible and begun reading 'Remember not the former things Nor consider the things of old For behold I'm doing a new thing...' Wasn't that ordinarily odd? Especially for such a broken being? New things were happening each day Things that only reminded me of yesterday Things that mercilessly pierced my wounded heart While no one, absolutely none, ever gauged the level of the hurt My hurting heart always received a blow after another every new dawn And all that I had nearly elapsed, and the blows knocked me down So how could I even give a dime of my articulated art? To a people that can't afford a purported pay And all they wish for me is a crooked way? I figured through the crucifictional course of events Cold sun, bright nights, dark days Everything was seemingly on the wrong side And the void in my heart was growing so wide I longed for the long gone days and wished I could sweep away the solicited...