Arms Dealers

The rein to girth the buckle earth,

the cans have lids to shield birth,

not empty fulled with all that's told,

the sill remains to learned.

Know adaptation is like arrive,

the settled behave obedience rides,

a Saddle to the plume of Life,

equals rate to terrified.

Creative Minds the Time of binds,

where mouths were gagged with cum,

to discount the teachers mount,

the wood are rocks of brine.

In red lamed down as tires that sound,

a Hoot Owl speaks to Guide,

arrears find shouting from behind,

it's Nature Being pined.

The crowding felt to only belt,

the knuckles issue punch,

laced with hidden berks to dye,

the change serves a remind.

Buried vices shrouds abused,

years to ages wrath.

The sunken treasures come up with vestments,

as the World came to due.

A grain of sand in Man has hand,

the loneliness an empty nest,

as Death presents the Truth.

Raided grace to pass the Fold,

self-evident to only few,

the born of breaded crew.

Round the boxed imprisoned locks,

the debt will add as tethered fad,

no release as it's policed,

to cover-up a way.

Hammered heads the sharks are fed,

enlightenment considered dread,

a Que without a Clause.

The simple is take pause.