Upon a keyboard that lost the tune no longer did it play out for peace. For peace had come and peace had gone, as in history nothing changes whatever the suit of Man wears. In his modern mask of sophistication and false valour to the flame we are told to defend against what ?.
Of our folly and guilt in the cause of irrational religious justification we have to imagine what that might be when war and disease unbridled in disharmony when eyes are wide and stomachs drawn under blistering sun with no moderation in its being just husks of bodies that once we’re full of promise