Rimani! Riposati accanto a me.

Non te ne andare.

Io ti veglierò. Io ti proteggerò.

Ti pentirai di tutto fuorchè d’essere venuto a me, liberamente, fieramente.

Ti amo. Non ** nessun pensiero che non sia tuo;

non ** nel sangue nessun desiderio che non sia per te.

Lo sai. Non vedo nella mia vita altro compagno, non vedo altra gioia.

Rimani.

Riposati. Non temere di nulla.

Dormi stanotte sul mio cuore…

That heart we shall take
and in our domain do with it as we like
for from the dawn of time, from Eve to Aquarius
they have taken ours and done with it as they like
assuming mastery and ownership of all before and beyond

Show me one Venusian
who has not been hooked, spliced and pounded
with the hewed torso, spinning drills and cruel lies
only to use the wombs, replicate and flounce off unconcerned
to pollinate anew, stains of seeded droplets as sod-all legacies

Hawk, the tides have turned
we take war to the Martians and avenge all the fallen
in chains, in pain, starvation, bloodlust and wicked torture
they see flowers and honey, now we show them fangs and Serpents
in this new age, we wear the crowns, ours is the trumpets of Rome

Hail the victorious music of Venus
heady, ringing, it floats far and wide to Rubicon and beyond
we have slaughtered, taken towns and cities all over this our Earth
None is barred now, we walk in Lions den and sit at the top tables
we do as the Tyrants, we will put all dinosaurs to the cold steel sword

Yet, as always, Power corrupts
a Martian sits in Venusian dock, never an innocent you'll find
the truest lover, the kindest heart, caring, honest, straight and true
denounced and framed, his crime, to speak the truth without fear  
For Venusians, devastated for centuries by Tyrants' lies and flaws
could not abide the one Martian who says it as it is and would not lie    

So, his heart, they will take
and their domain they will do with it as they like
for from this new age, from Eve to this, our present days
we will take all dissenting hearts and do with them as we like
assuming serpentine mastery and ownership of all before and beyond

T'is the age of the Sheikhs of Bugsdud
resplendent on magic carpet of delusions
how in understated shabby chick these dodgers
hide their short daggers and shun the soaps
once a week is quite enough thanks thee very much
these brave warriors in hooded flairs down in Oz
nurse great resentment like you wouldn't know

Inherent in genes unknown hang shortcomings
by twenty and three the automatic stiffener is gone
in floppy dangling grace they find no led or vroom
thus ensures the quest for the magic blue bullets
while they run and hide from the last dance of day
those that manage the lift give it all up after two minutes
proclaiming better quick than never at all don't you say

There amongst are fetching hues of wood in splendor
hard teaks upping measure for measure longingly ripe
show fielded flowers and see furrows lovingly ploughed
and cries of joy rings out from rafters as every nooks imbue
and crimson flushes tell tales of time well spent in woods
leaving them tall sheikhs fuming and cursing all bothered
reveling in spiteful envy engrossed in dreadful hatred its war

Now add to tinder a renowned Prince of repute à la carte
a charger in wit and wisdom charming beyond compare
a Regent in gold with a sparkling sword like no other around
here comes a recipe for disaster a living nightmare in sheikdom
this esteemed arab dares prances around on the mount of olives
call out the sheikhs with the short daggers open Pandora's box
stop this ***** at all cost, summon all from the Red seafarers

This is no tale for Rome do not quote me rhyme or reason
for its been said that here Prince turned down ivory vessels
dared to answer back our charlatan Tax Collectors an knaves
worst of all he carries a sword unsurpassed and proves capable
charges are greed for owning such a sword incomparable to ours
and greed for not sharing even a touch or a look to those ivories
his fate is henceforth sealed, that sword shall not be polished again

to be continued....

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In moronic fervour
gassed up on ignorance
drunk on doubletalk and groupthink
blinded by projected self images
mired in self-loathing
honed in delusions
the base enraged
in vacuous
Red Mist

Attack attack attack
relentless momentum now
eyes shut wide and mouths open closed
heads down and do not reason why
be and do as you are told
there's your enemies
in your mirrors
its revolution
sheep will
be sheep

And we laugh
and we laugh and laugh
of mice and palefaces and he/her
who take second places to vibrators
Karens who feel nothing
except that fantasy
Mandingo raw and roped
hard and wild
no baa baa
white sheep
in sight

In the piercing glare
of the illuminating force of Nature
the effacing Colossus
in graceful nuance to stupify them
and the gilded power
to further pulverize only anodyne
negativity out of them
for in odious lacklustre limitations
the swamp dwellers
know nothing but muck and mud
spewers of sewage
now subjugated in toxin diarrhoea
afflicted naysayers
the unworthies in worthless pursuits
pathetically laxating
bereft before the greatness of nobility
they're tossed 'n turned
and dazed into twisted Apparitions
whipped into contrary

Ye gods of salts
the ground dirt's kisses
and worships you on agonized knees

Our smokey minds liberated in dense fog
bellowing united in disunity
we praise our broken lives in decaying choruses
connected in wireless paradise
our fingers does talk and see all to see

Yet neighbors know no neighbors
mamas and papas languish away in regimented homes
drilled fodders take stage as dogs eat dogs
and lasting love was for past gone days
hating in love and loving in hate

Multiracial is multi-utilities in powder-kegs
tinder dry hypocrisies and Statutory lies
your youths are feral in unconditional prisons
leaders on expenses and pension pots in gold
while toads yodel unity and solidarity

In broken lives and their broken society
but our war is not cleaning realities
just give us one man
community bullying adds the flavor
to the
unity of disunity

The gallant decent man
saves and spares the blushes and emotional pains
of the compromised hapless lady
coerced into skulduggeries and murkiness
manipulated, intimidated, unable to protest
she will do as bided
for murky contrived machinations is their game
what can she do but play along with things

Whilst the wanton selfish spineless cad
will seek companionship aside him
afraid and guised in cowardice in the arena
a gallant decent and brave real man
reads the play and removes all collateral damages
what gains the brave to see another suffer  
the fight is not yours he says, go find your peace

the lady sees the courage and decency of a real brave
the muted cordial accord speaks volume
the unspoken decency of a class act
for had it been a brazen compatriot of anodyne fervour
would not she say, let me go again to lure and daze
but so, was the edict, I have done what I was made to do
let me be

while senseless idiots huff and puff in piffles and tattles
and dopes and halfwits galvanizes in irrationalities
where lesser beings lose their heads and hearts
and sensibilities becomes evasive illusions
with grievous envies ingrained in the mindless
Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.....

Karens are united
defending their colour
how dare a blackman speak to a white woman like that
The Socialist say 'its Class War
how can a black be privileged and above the 'struggle'
we are going to drive him paranoid or better still
make him commit suicide
The 'Useful idiots' say its solidarity
they are defending the thieving bullying underdogs
(as you do, eh... )
rather pointedly none of them see
The yawning sick insidious blatant Racism that underpins it all

Yes, I confronted the theiving neighbour woman
called Chris Macafferty after the break-in to our flat

I'll say it again loud and clear
I said
"look at you Chris, you and your family
common cheap house burglars
you go around stealing, too useless and lazy to work
you're scroungers, none of you have ever done a day's honest work
you come to us always borrowing, money, food, sugar even bread
you pay nothing back
then you start trying to blackmail us
give us money, we know you have rich parents
you are nothing but a bunch of ***** crooks
look at you, its morning and you're already drunk, you stink
you're white, in your country, you have more opportunities than me
yet all you can make of yourselves are burglars and extortionists
you're shameless, a disgrace
how can you break into us, your neighbour's house
after all we've given to you, you truly have no shame, you're scums
I will make sure the neighbourhood knows all about you
since you and your family move in there's been so much burglaries
you hubby and son, only fifteen are always in and out of jail
i am going to organize a petition to get you removed from here
you godforsaken family of troublemakers and thieves"

White faced and trembling
she said
" Character assassination, public humiliation, we're going to ruin your life"

go read about criminal gang stalkers and what they do

Stalk me, harass me, taunt me torment me, hound me, troll me
sabotage everything I do, ruin my relationships, defame me to all
isolate me, threaten me, terrorize me, frame me, disrespect me
label me, **** my dogs, steal my cars twice, gaslight me, erase me,
void me, cancel me, do all the street theatre-ing you like

You thought I would run like most would,
you thought I would have been driven mad like most would have
you thought I would have taken my life like some would

No, thieves thrive on bullying and terrorizing people
I have deserved contempt for you and all in your control
I am not afraid of contemptible thieving scums
I have nothing but contempt for all of you and all you've done
I am not your victim....I am the one that's stood up to you.....

The day a putrid gang of thieving bleachers
unwashed illiterate dunces
with crooked teeths and pallow skins
who won't seek gainful employment
but go around stealing from lawful people
intimidate and terrify me
is the day I turn into a goose

Thieving scums, idle boneheads
yadda yadda writes worthless bleachers
not a single one fit enough to lace my boots
these slimes think they can't knock my confidence
Cowards and prime imbeciles
only strong when ganging up and hidden
Never able to stand on their own two hinds

What can bleachers reprobates say
Dumbos and pathetic weaklings unsurpassed
Disgraceful thieves want to gag  and cower me
Spread your bile, discredit hate and spread your lies
You are crooks, racists and haters, that's your job
Scums and stupefied deluded cowards can't terrorize me
Low-scale bleachers beneath contempt

Salient fact is
our values are different
so what good are your values
when in acts, deeds they are devalued
mere sham no longer cogent reflecting you
you all walk as hollowed husks in vacuous parades
hawking the valueless musings of devalued humanoids
in your altered states of beings you hide in hedonistic vibes
posture in belligerent poses mouthing indulgent speeches of vanities
the shams in disguises adorned in superficial coats of alchemy's gold
where are you when the curtain falls and the bands stop playing
who are you when the chrome is peeled and the trappings off
if not a patient in psychiatric wards dribbling at the mouths
you're the ideal nurses to cater to your alter-egos exposed
or the raving narcissists gallivanting in full public throes
pontificating, spilling rancid offering of sick minds
the shams devalued gamboling with the sheep
in stupefying arena of their houses of cards
you keep my secrets and I keep yours
here's the blindfolds we are equals
these are our devalued values
have freedom and liberty
humanoids we are
whose to know
ain't we all
valueless

Messrs Thimbles et Karens
are we too simple to know the difference
between the home-grown hommies
who you mark
from day one and scoop out their brains
leaving them as the dog beside the gramophone
listening to their Traders voices
stabbing and killing each-others as Traders plant and sow seeds
to divide, destabilize, disorganize and rule
this here ain't no home-grown
not bred to sit by your distorted archaic disreputable gramophones to jive to the ranting nonsenses of nonsensically wet Frosties
my ancestors rule towns
my siblings are men and women of letters with laurels
I was born in a free Nation
and wrapped in loving velvet
I was raised proper and I do proper things properly
I am not one of the tools variety
thimbles and Karens are tools who handle other tools
what's there about them not already known
what's there to overthink






As guest editor on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Sterling sat down to talk with Three Lions boss Southgate.

Asked by his manager what advice he would have said to himself when he was 19, the 27-year-old said: "Come off social media, don't read anything about yourself.

"When I first came into the team, I was getting man of the matches.

"It was all nice - I was playing for England and really excited about that stuff.


"And then one thing happens and it's constant bad, bad, negative, negative.

"When you're putting this information into your brain, there's only way you're going to react.
"You're going to feel down about yourself, you're going to start overthinking. The one thing you don't want your brain to do as a human being - not just a footballer - is to overthink.

"I'd say stay away from looking at anything in regards to myself."

Sterling, Danny Rose and Callum Hudson-Odoi were racially abused by Montenegro fans in March 2019.

And all sing in unison

trumpet in disarray tunelessly

*** notes and discordant keys off chords

the exclusive choirs of melee of rented fodders

croaking infused scripted dialogues from disposables

and how they lark and hark in selves lacking

raising arias and tenors in witless refrains

orchestrated in gutless recitals

the sounds and fury

of incognizant

Yes!
I imagine their type
of prime bonehead waits
five years to make a move
after all
their raison d'etre
has always been to minimise
black talent and plunder them
so its
not surprising
its taking thirty years plus to
figure out truth sincerity & Genuity
These are unknown qualities in Red World

They tell the afflicted mugs
this is People power
that they had figured him out
and made him a puppet
and they the poeple
can now pull strings and ****
him about
and have him dazed and confused
The mugs are totally convinced
we know all his moves
we are ****** his mind and terrorizing
his soul
we are destroying his happiness
and raining on his parade
we are doing his head in
this is pysche warfare
No you are not!
You are just a bunch of misguided mugs
and stale unfulfilled nonentities
fooled, double fooled and then some more
by crass criminals, lowlifes and scums
you are just a bunch of contemptible mugs
doing what contemptible mugs do
but then
you don't come from good stock
are wellbred or from a well heeled background
hahaha hahaha hahaha
ok, come on get madder even more
get back to your pysche warfare

In Biblical tones
it is stated
help the afflicted
so lets help
and stir their vices
for in there
they find comfort
bring mangos
garland in yellow
scream No
how about betrayal
forget not
to harp on trust
how about
that Merc stolen
in anchorage
Nationality angle
why forget
triangles and poly
there was
no Anna incident
a red herring
tired of hurting
was a bait
if real the reply
why why
stick in the lardles
stir madly
till yer blue in face
and in raving
madness & stupidity
call a straight
disciplined and moral
man gay

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

Please pardon them for all they know are fellow Muppettians
in trailer trash community where idiocy is inherent in everyone
and by Jove, they do get riled and agitated when they see strangers
for they can never understand that others do not think like them

The Muppettians shout scream all day saying ******* they only know
they say they are planting seeds to grow in Muppettians minds
because they were brought up on dud seeds planted from birth
and the idea of anybody having a mind of their own is meaningless

And so it took the peasants from the town of Muppetsomia
them air-heads, fools, buffoons, dopes, manics and lumps
two scores and a ten years to grasp the concept of subtlety
but alas too late, as all they do is always so lame and *******

We brought our Controlling Shares
from Scammers Incorp
they tell us to write poetry for our Dividends
and that they have us all
under control as boarded members

and the crudes from Babylonians
armed with frying pans and potatoes peelers
in stupefied conglomerate
are in stoops to conquer rule and control
maddened in solidarity of nitwits
mouth in foot clasping their manuals of warfare
lies, bullying, harassments and intimidation
the coarse grained brains
march yonder in putrid malaise

from the craven cults of witless adorations
harnessed puppets with high jacked minds
play at at invading and hijacking a mind
vainly unaware of the odious irony
the strings they pull are attached to them
to look is not to register
to see is not to offer cognitive relevance
automotive infusions is for vacuous beings
fish and chips do not grow in a chippy farm

Ace of Spades always threatens the losing hands
while in genteel circles its a handshake
lets try again rings true sportsmanship
while spivs, guttersnipes, charlatans and barrow boys
upend tables in rowdy melee and dubious chicaneries
the ignorant offspring's of crude ignorant fathers
base legless creatures on silts stumbling in circuses
pockets dippers masters of distractions pulling wools
my contempt to your shame hanging vividly on white banners
give my disregard to the vaudevilles of the lost minds
do not count me as friend or foe........

And the untitled are free-styling
puking rap testimonies from ***** life
in the morose of dense they are sledging
lower urbanites dribbling frustrations in strife

And the insignificants are jiving
boneheads playing roundheads is rife
inane Mensheviks chickens in dud pirouetting
the toy town soldiers in the psyche war at sixes and five

Our Tonton Macoutes are dribbling
bonkers in bunkers brigade of feathers lite
devoted crasheroonies snoozefests hogs bleating
its war of roses comrades stop the Prince getting a wife

Distinction, subtlety and the sublime are strangers to Simples'
just as honour, integrity and decency are unknowns to anodynes
vacant unprocessed dusty minds  un-reading encyclopedias samples
holds them and us as the panacea of a drama in Power play tunes
innate inferiority in wasted fractal minds begets aggressive gambles
lacking insight the fevered warriors project their venom as dragoons
busily flaying in fascistic parades professing we are gods of shambles

We are in control, asinines' yodel like drunken maddened Swiss
playing the juvenile gambit of the cockney oafs in low level bazaars
stitching unconnected to fantasies in dim irrelevant fantastical remiss
pigswill and hogwash for pigs the uninvited hosts and ****** Czars
commander of falsehood, Baldericks of Twerpdom says its a promise
as foolish as foolish does, persistence is the key we'll soon have cigars
what tops honour, integrity, decency, who wagers with nits in demise

And in the grace of truths
contentment glows in its happy home
whilst thousand splendid lies rattles in disharmonies
perturbed and disturbed in stricken jitterbugs of petulant swings
as the gnawing fangs of selves deceits gnaw innards
inner calm forever the absent foreigner
banal vulgarities screeches
In covens or cravens
who owns an invisible cloak
as pregnant lies squirms in agonies
hidden truth stretching and rolling in blissful oasis
as lying mothers birth lying deformities named Vainglorious
in the pits of the vanities of the inglorious goddesses
in damnation carrying full term is hideous pains
and giving birth is perpetual disgrace
truth is only godmother to truth

So tis trading places
by some milky faeces
sunk in damning vices
swarming with disgraces
ending up with eggs on faces

So tis trading places
obnoxious consipiracies
gangsters mired in idiocies
roping anodyne sheep in posses
gabbling pysche warfare by nancies

So tis trading places
some damp salts in follies
narcissists fixed on snowy jollies
gospels of envy and hate by proxies
jealous inadequate nowt but coward bullies

So tis trading places
discontent proles in crisis
blame-brigaders in fantasies
distorted knowledge are fallacies
lie to us about the victory of the loonies

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
a useful idiot you shall not be

you sailed so far alone
for the meddlers have been in  your home
raking confusion and dissent

dulling crescent moon
burying truths for westward golden oil
buying blood for greenbacks

they open minds' doors
and teach your floors are your ceilings
to help you climb only to fall

show you bright lights
and peel your reasoning with vanish
bleaching the values of sages

walls of your temples
are broken 'n turned into a circus ride
a Merry-Go-Ride at a price

And in ankle chains
and obfuscating snow gala in wonderland
they toss you on to skate naked

had to spare your dignity
let you walk away without singing for supper
or pay dowry to the Innkeeper

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
their puppet you shall not be
not under my watch

They are carping, wittering, babbling and waffling
too old, no seat belt, didn't apologise, no protection
they cackle, burble, utter twaddle, prattle and jabber
those faceless cowards from their high-rise bastions

Good old Phil shows them Blue is blue now and forever
Who hears fools bleating or pay attention to unwashed
Next day a brand new car and back at the wheel no fear
To the Palace born are bloodlines bred and unvanquished

Where were your fathers and ancestors when nations called
who were the Men who took leadership and stood strong
Who showed wisdom, bravery and gile while others balked
Who built the Kingdoms and stalked the lines all night long

Sovereignty is in the blood not bought or sold in Ale houses
Our Ancestors fought and died for Kings and Kingdoms
while some cower or hid under maiden's skirts in blabling fright
Now they talk of republic and tattle equality in dolts wisdom

Go ply your wares in your alehouses and red market squares
your fitting insignificance is the coats that your cowardice wears
when you earn your spurs come talk to me and share my fares
If your forefathers were man enough your envy would shed no tears

So go chatter your natter and twaddle your prattle in Seattle
You're nothing but offsprings of knaves, turn-coats and cowards
We fought and strived to build the Nation so you lot could settle
Our bloodline is ordained Divinely and regardless onward and forward

metropolitan colonials - those wags of ***** Levi's
and Nike trainers
now entombed in polychrome boiling ***
dumbfounded in questions for meaning
seeking bounty without guns and lancers
tossing bibles of lies and dismay
punking the symbolism of politics not the realities
the ***** come home to claim prizes at the winters ball
the wayfarers long dead leaving statutes to now **** and plunder

and itemized sepia to darkened bodies traded for gain and ruin
stigmata oozing blood, sweat and fears
such is the lives and times of the concrete collaborators
and the pens of mouths and forked tongues
simmering in the chicaneries of cutthroats in twisted downrising
sumptuous citadels and wastrels ministries all hedged from colonies
the twenty first century invoices of the explorers
for kings and queens

Without a doubt they can not stand up to scrutiny
mediocre with hang-ups and deep insecurities
in epic self-loathing they know all about their indignity
and in crazed union they share their similarities
to launch the society of disgruntle haters with no integrity
where they all rile and wallow in depravities
for them their solace and fulfilment comes from negativity
hail our nonentities with worthless proclivities
worry not all this is beyond their nonsenses and sensibility

when you cut your noses
and pour silicone into your chests
pump up your faces and lips with botox
and veneers bridges braces and crowns fashion your smiles
a missing front tooth must be an earth-shattering disaster to them
they know nowt about keeping things real
guess its difficult being bland ochre
drifting wet snowflakes
with marble peepers
and cold blooded
aliens stranded
on earth
the destructive force wherever they are

Our Salts are full of zests if not dry and superfluous....think

Inorganic BEETRAYALL is an amatuerish den-brewed beer
a sham concoction by some asinine metro-hicks and chavs

Its so weak and pueril as in made by bleached dregs for dregs
and only one like brainless moonshiners would buy this

Its so frothy and dense and a telling reflection of its Makers
as are all the other products by this Really Useless Group

In anodyne suspended disbelief they coralled some sheep
as propagandists to blah blah BEETRAYAL repeatedly

God knows how many times down the lines they still can't see
WHAT is inorganic is not REAL no matter how many times
you parade denseness and artificially infused BEETRAYALL

And anyway with all your bribery coercions and intimidations
people can tell and see you are nothing but a bunch of fools
peddling hogwash and bleached acidic moonshine

BEETRAYALL my foot, you've betrayed yourselves!!!

The green bicycle with the phone first sign
rode up the hill past the pink house
with the tell-tale  grey cat that runs
around the Italian Bakery who makes
bread with rainbow patterns on them.

In the cornfield a scarecrow looks on
as a little girl screamed for mama
and from the hull of a boat in the Harbour
a voice rang out shouting No No No!
then all went silent and silence ruled.

A man with a horse face walked down a straight path
carrying cheese in his shoes for lunch
and saw a rainbow in the horizon
but a little ball went flying past his head.
he muttered I don't need a cap my head is just fine
He has a beer belly and a big *****

Then three or four men came running past
heading for a midnight rendezvous
and saw a daisy chain hanging on another path
by the Green meadow a woman in grey stood
looking for number fifty to do some Art

In the corner an Arab man sang a song of betrayal
someone said can we trust again my friend
the village idiot said he has a thousand fleas in his head
a doctor walked past carrying a skeleton rattling
someone said I'll tell you all later

The town is spinning the anodynes and shysters
filling a disinterested mind that's owns scorns for lowlife
a mind too calm and positive for **** from depraves
who cares what an idiot think or watches the dance of fools
the worms really think every mind is the same
they are writing a wedge for a chasm made by the
They think they matter because they are in gangs..
I barely notice fools and cowards enslaved by psychopaths

they've had twenty five years and still can't do my head in
what a load of useless clowns and nonentities.

So in benign understanding
as in music to soothe the wounded deaf savages
genuflecting to the breasted succubi in pale sack cloth
who reads minds and are mistresses of plantations
with indentures servants without minds
the famed bang-bang perceptions originators
exponents of the school of triggers
we kindly offer
to these trigger-thoughts marauders
the rubber bullets
to their low calibre rapid firing revolvers
and indulgently watch them
firing open doors
spraying anything black
shot for the eye
aim for the tall and the fat as whale
get the hair line and the profile in sight
look for the missing tooth and tell me no lies
do not scream or betray this army of goons
hurray, we have the key to the mind
and we watch in 'as if'
and we laugh because we know
when hens peck at grit they swallow little stones too
and rubber bullets do not ****
and the bigger picture is far from the maddened crowd

This one makes you different colours
green with envy and jealousy
pale in surprise and annoyance
red in debilitating internalised anger
white with seething frustration
ashen grey in compulsive defeats
pallor in miseries and emptiness
icy white in determined fervours
glassy opaque in confused bewilderments
cowardly yellow in your blanched soullessness carcases
and the myriads colour of nothing as is your occupied nonentities
all the while
this one remains as the rich sheen of regal mahogany
lustrous, shinny, beaming and radiant with light inner and outer
not prone to bloom and bust within thirty moons to shrivelled cases
as adorned human yaks find plumages recoil into lank silver moulting's, dull and unfetching like straggling matted threads
wretched crow feet, lines and wrinkles peels the witches to the open
and the sins of spawns hangs in crumpled parchment faces
yes, This one makes you different colours
as you plot and rage against the defined colour
of your Creator