One person’s burdensome regulations is another’s opportunity for Hubris
Creating peoples all who claim they are your chosen
Days gone by with endless promise, stolen quiet
Your integrity, In the corporate machine; See this grain of sand.
irresistibly sweet to my eyes
moving beyond the eclipse comes with no guarantees
Stealing silence deadly winds her belches warn dissent, That’s the way, conclusion cold as witches’ tits, Robbing identities, strangling servants, matching half wits