The Aim

With no foe to fight,

With no rebellion to plight

Pillage my mind

Rape my senses

And treasure my heart and souls sinning

Within me,and

/What if they were singing/

With no fight to pull,

Ill shadow box against this hilt

Spilling on my hair like motor oil

Coat me in your sickening favorite flavor

The goddess of earth

Resembles in a symbol

Of green

And we chosen the wrong shade, and

To follow greed

Come fight with me

As

I argue with the walls

And pillars of foundation

From these words; fall

Pour all the salt in the drinkable fountain

Hate fuels the starving

The filthy

The thirsty

Would Christ, himself, pass over these

Son ,

Daughter,

Mother,

Lover,

Brother,

With no other

foe worth fighting,

Why do devils fly through the night

Though my mind

And in my dreams, I can fly

But I’m too busy

Making landings

The task

To help

man’s understandings

Of himself