Ocean brine in red wine
The moon is waning out of time.
The Holy Ghost, he made a toast
To misery and crime.
Stars signal in Morse code
Which I don’t understand.
To add to shame, I lost the game
Threw in my poisoned hand.

Road kill fits the dinner bill
Catholic priestess takes the pill.
Running water’s running shorter
To quench the lying ill.
Human mind speaks deceit
It’s at the base of all.
I couldn’t bridge the high ridge
Now I have to fall.

The Gordian Knot gave way to rot
The drunk on the hunt is still the best shot.
The virgin queen many times was seen
Drawing her lovers by lot.
Scandal is sensation
That is needed to breathe
For my hope, I couldn’t cope
So only dust will seethe.

As the crow flies, the tides rise
The love of Above has turned to despise.
Those three wise Mages in their cages
Carried hate and hurt and lies.
The dawn is deceptive
And the rainbow lost its ink.
Noah’s flood, covered in blood
Made even the demons think.

Red Evening, hear the grieving
On the street, the heat’s deceiving.
The crucifix was made of sticks
And fell at Hell’s first heaving.
The light of the full moon
Is only sordid reflection
So away tear your only care
At the Sun’s deception.

Tallie Pascoe

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