Poisoned, Well, Being
We thought buy being
The strongest of allot
A mass of power
Every won posed
Could not with stand
The gravity of hour rein
On just and unjust
Weal wrest on hole some
Little did we no
Never quiet figuring
Out
The sores of life
Sacrifices
Willing to be made
By more
Then mirror God
Our most
Lucid moments
Like dropping balms
In order
To come to
Our sense us
Incensed at preyer
Wee are undivided
In the no
Venom
Coming from the poisoned
Well
Being
