What a sinner has conclude in their aggravation?
Not much but shadow,
Empty and less than a coward cow.
They held but throw,
They suffered but smile,
This was a complete agitation,
For what they consumed,
Of what they would become.
The world was not less than empty hell,
But for what they would become,
Will be countless for a small tantrum.
This was a new testament,
The world of the mumbling cowards.
Toss for a coin,
But not much for champagne,
This was their last minute,
To stay awake.
~Chapter 7. Perdition,
from "The Salt Prejudice" by Keefe R.D ~
