No 'Lord' Grants Miracles I

F*ck the derelict Lord,

     Whose mismanaged grace fallen blind misogynistic verdicts always rule in the highest vision-less degree in defiance of equality's judicial purities, Impressionable is the Imp in the sky!

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching the stories grow old,
Even as we die...
We're but fleeting moments
Perpetuating the violent Thing
He's but darkness and every taste of all that we're afraid is to come...
Too eagerly we gave up the search for what truly was...
Now nothing but sorrow is forecast.