Thy Will Be Done

the world can't badger inferiority
without my compliance;
money meets urgent requirements
in pretense with normality,
financial security flows temporal satisfaction.

blue eyes light obscure revelations
basking central God reliance;
sexcapades provide evanescent escape
from the brotherhood of reality,
barren baffled feelings force reactions.

accept the fact we cannot control
though the soul bleeds defiance;
lips smirk at rambling ego's
vacant vanity seeking earthly insanity,
strangling desires that empower the will.

destitute desolation develops dogma,
every day draws the courtesy of change
in conformity with the Lord's objectives.
reconsider, drastic revisions rise sanity
attaining ambitions by standing still.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 03:17

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money, i wouldn't mind some of that right now, i am totally skint, that's my usual normality though so i am pretty much used to that. standing still, what are there no chairs! a good piece, the alliterations flowing smoothly along.
2007-03-13