When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
Loveless BalmO! Your jagged lips again are upon my throat. Made rough by their droughtHiding behind the broker of death.There upon them is certain madness puckered and prepared to kiss,To wet their looming course with deceit and blood.Are these bone-dry lips not pursed upon my willful sightlessness,Yet succulent in their own lusty course?Your parched and loveless words lick the heels of a world’s sorrowAnd I'll not soothe them with the balm of innocents.I will not gaze upon their countenance or even touch themTo arouse their hunger or give them any weight.They’ve not extended any love to meor the world.They can only teach the craving for it...They cannot teach its need.
Oh! Joe!You are a predator.Must we endureYour suffering?Must we attendYour pandering,Swill with youthe juice of failure,MarchIn off-step reality,Seize neckAnd snap it?You’ve lostYour peopleRallied behindThe rightOf mostInopportuneThe blood may stainAll our handsBut you’re bathingIn its effervescenceSwiftly, Joe.Surely, Joe.Leaning yourTraded headTo block.No ones faultBut your own.Heaping praiseUpon liesIs notWhere you needLead.You have soldYour stake,ForfeitedYour claim!You're the worstkind of predator;Shallow.