BREAD LINE .. DEAD LINE



A Pristine Chapel

Within a Listerine Maze


No Hope for Kindness

For Days or Fays



No Look around You

No Sight Within

Your Hostility

And Your Fondness

Move Back to Begin



Back to your Roots

Back to Your Style

Forward to Your Democracy

Last Chance for a While



More Hope for Strength

With Unleavened Bread

Without Which Witch

You and Your Lineage ..


Are Most Certainly Dead.



Vitsec

I felt the push and pull within your words, Vitsec...

Intense... Loved it...

Thank - You .. Stormy Weather

Your Own Intensity .. is .. Without Boundaries.