America, tomorrow sate your lust for roasted flesh and trite casuistry to remember what our independence cost— or stroke your patriotic vanity instead. Rationalize your vices by Christ. How better sanctify your ministry? But beware the wiles of science on illusion; verifiable facts pose such an intrusion. But there'll be no inconvenient truths tomorrow. Media outlets won't pull threads that might unravel market economy myths of thriving individualist thoroughbreds galloping gallantly right over groups intent on interfering with our heads by eroding quaint American culture— freedoms—and eating 'til our waistlines rupture. So, staunch red-blooded Americans disport yourselves freely. Pretend the earth weren't teeming with fossil fuels. Never attempt to thwart exploding populations. Keep on thumbing your nose at scientific led reports. Go on—bury your head in magical thinking. To bring to culmination your theocracy; and spoils of abusing our democracy.
Do you have qualities that don't offend the axiomatic principles conceived by decent men? This I cannot defend without some irrefutable proof involved— To read a book, you'll never condescend; and love for reason in you did not evolve. And, while some seek redemption for your numbskullery, I'm not saint enough to endure such drudgery.
Lilac eyes of winters borne, Merrily fraught with morning dew, Sought the heart forever mourned. Eyes of gleam and sparkle shorn, Seasons known so few, Lilac eyes of winters borne. Shrouds of satin shadows wore, And bid the light adieu, Sought the heart forever mourned. Life’s love lost from bosom torn, Winter’s bite in lieu, Lilac eyes of winters borne, Withered rose on a winter’s morn, Crimson tears I wept for you, Lilac eyes of winters borne, Sought the heart forever mourned.