23/10/14.
O beguiling Busts of Benevolence!
For so long you have reigned
Those rudiments rare
Of that long-gone Reverence!
Purge and purify the Petrified Path
That burns with a Woeful Wrath
Through the mind of Modern Man!
Let not, the sturdy shanks of Sorrow
Sink it's keen claws into new laws!
Never will I rest, or be at my best
When his ends engender into means.