A Dream Turns Into Desperation

Half acting you take 
the broom for the journey 
of doom. 

In human odor, you find 
a secret sin. In stampede 
you may walk on the fallen bodies. 

Between me and my, you 
stand squeezing the lines 
in holy script. There was no dogma. 

Your image overwhelms 
the prayers, insulting the 
future of man. 

Like amber encased, 
parasitism, comes alive 
with mass execution.