Evil Souls Slither; walk upright!

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Evil Souls Slighter; walk upright!

©May 30th 2021, Olan L. Smith


If you control the headman's blade down its course,

Or sway masses to cheer its miss, you'll survive!

Perhaps, you can trust your courage to live out your

Life in peace. Yet, it is common for blood to spill

Upon the ground amid roar of gamblers shouts, "I choose

Heads!" Don't be saddened with your flutter of vision

As nerves forever separate; you've never looked better,

When you've release the weight of this world's dreadfulness.


Dream all you want, stop the guillotine's blade midair,

Live ever in a moment's time, move to another realm,

But do you know death in exchange for sins? Realize your

Deeds, and hide not behind mother's skirt in shyness.

The foolish person wants to turn time back, atone!

Turnabout and evoke it until the axe; avoid the final

Blow, a million times to correct one's mistakes, it's

Purgatory when you never learn the axe always falls.


If you've learned at all, remember pass transgressions,

Know what is right, don't pretend everyone else

Is wrong. Hate loves itself, Hatred carries a broad scythe

Clearing the way to destruction, avoid this fate. You come

To die on this orb, know the truth the Earth offers choices,

They are forever two; do or not to do, the deeds

Lead you here with head upon the chopping block,

Praying for salvation that never comes, willnever come. 


Avoid this route, follow the narrow path to liberty

Where choices abound, where sad endings come not

At the end of a frayed rope, nonetheless seek virtue's shield,

You lay down your life for others to live. The Earth is not

To gather riches you can never possess, only fondle. Stoke

Fire in hearths that relieve, do not hinder others, and make the

Leader take heed, here walks a noble soul upon the ground,

Passion is power stretching through realms, be upright!

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