PSEUDO SAVOR

PSEUDO SAVOR

Auaunt ye disarray! Why take it further

Wound and wroth with ignorant fervor

Doth not ye see the myriad ways we bleed

The hatred that ye breed

Feeding from plates of the perfidious satyr

Your queries of hell – just sooner or later

No aureate aura around ye soul

The absence of auspice is making you dole

A requiem for ye souls that don’t

A paean for those that do

Truly dead are those that won’t

For the possessors of peace are few

Debunk the loathly vagabond

Rive the pseudo savor

Mollify the damage done

For time ‘tis in your favor