Gord

2016-06-30 12:00 am

Ire of the God that creates,
Pasty hands, adoration of the fans,
And regret of a moving caste,
Published spine of too much paste,
Toiled upon by uninitiated masons.
Cannot we end this race?
Show tolerance instead of patience?
Forget the genocide of ideals,
Lest we deal in inaccurate traits.