Like Abraham stands fate with thee,
Atop a mount with unheard plea,
No beast to give, resistance down,
Abandoned but with sober crown.
"How easy now," forked tongue inquires,
"To live with cain 'til breath expires?"
Red plastic bounds each week to next,
Its hemlock dew the mind perplexed.
Great oil of speech, grave action's soap,
With basic grip it coats the slope.
An acid will, the taught core's bane,
Is equal cause of heady pain.
For matters grey dissolve, erased,
And brightest minds take mundane's place.
A lonely aisle presents itself
To one sealed jar upon the shelf.
While shards of neighbors grace floor tiles,
Spoiled, ferment, traitors defiled.
But at the head the trail is mine;
I've room to yield to one devine.
Good luck, warm welcome to the right,
And keep my love within your sight.
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