burning the lungs, the searing and singeing
of the smoke chokes the days of grace
when once the face of the malefactor is revealed;
there are the signs and the seals
protecting, preserving the ancient ways
from the disintegrating forces of modern days
as long as the fidelity of faith is preserved…
but the one who would only serve
himself is not the servant of all
the filthy, filmy caul
of his deviant desires rage like fires
inside, the source of frustration and ire.
burning, the flesh is weak and reeks
while the spirit ever and always seeks
for that which lies beyond mere existing.