Brittle Steps in Mists
Walking with lies all around you,
Expecting faith and getting death,
Brittle steps in mists of foggy winter
Along the river.
Waters cold and feeling icy,
Expecting cleansing getting ill,
Frozen kicks in swirls of murky winter
Along the river.
Judgements live to bind and gag you,
From Guilty Parties in the crowd,
Confused mind in thorns of twisted landscape
Along the river.
Drinking ghouls forget to feel life,
Expecting nothing, getting it,
Placid souls in boats of silent mourning
Upon the river.
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