Death's Address
“I bid well not to heathen acts,
shameful to address thou in this harmonious era.
My intentions on clarity is mute before the pen stroke of midnight,
let these be words for thine to heed.”
“I send to darkness,
my abhor intolerance for its proceedings.
Never the less,
I will not condemn actions in taciturn issues of balance.
Nor will I condone its pleasure,
in Coupe de Grace of the Gods.”
