Crusade of idiots

about that inquisition

a story of plight in thinking

around the time of rightous rain

when the blood letting culture is slow pain

and the pain of birthing of others is profain

following a sound in the distance

calling the rightous into fame and justice

as destructive grounds brewing meaning

falseto music of that past wonderment

life in dred of itself as plain

dragging others into the road of care

where decident animals dare cross

wilderness without care for loss

when the holy mundane grew wit

lost itself and sat in wind

purposeless it grew meaning for others instead

mans unsuspecting won himself structure

fleeing terror fleating life

losing self in looking right