Pain unimaginable

is still sorely felt. When the

blade, an extension of time,

wielded by men's desires,

backed by their unconscious truths

is felt- it is destiny,

who for all it's infinite

power, is still a servant-

that brings the blade home to rest.

And from this bloodied instant

will for a moment, come peace.

Until pictures of chance and time

are once again drawn, by all.

And laid down the endless stretch

leading us, secretly, on.