Pleasure of mids....

Pleasure of minds….

I stand on the bridge of insanity, I will not cross,
to hide in the mad mans’ curse what a loss.
Under the cloak now hidden from idle gaze,
guide my will and make good my malaise.

Stepping back refreshed my mind begins,
creating the words that will liberate all sins
Never again hear that word god in soft utterance,
time some pleasured people began the dance.

Again we hold council with simplest mind,
free from the shackle we most often find.
On sacred pages where salvation is writ,
not for us, antichrist’s live on their wit.

Laugh my mythological minatory man being,
let their eyes stand out at what they are seeing.
Formed in my miniature madness great friend,
cut from the stone of devils quarry without end.

Now put a stop to the sacred life of piety,
all now stand and proclaim ones own vanity.
For self, for greed and all that’s desired of lust,
take our yearning and put it in devil’s trust.

Our mantle and power drunk rampaging through,
steps never counted what need for what’s true.
We want no comfortable half baked final charade
for us, it's only what our friend Satan has made….