The Title To An Invitation Has 'All' Ready

The 'Stanza' of Humanity should be Seen,

said too,

lacks 'Morality' the principle part,

a Natural Law of Abide,

is not only broken,

it's flawed.

Resistance counts,

the Roll of Fall,

the 'Die' do gamble,

the Cards of 'Our' cut,

denied for?,

being alive.

The Game is to Call,

out of the distant,

made known through,

'The Verse'

intent of a small!!

Ventures to Squall,

too walk to Storm,

to go from planned,

into what is Dammed!!

The crossed of any star,

the pent of a gram,

spins in a circle,

of only what's clammed.

The tone of the traveling,

the sort that does coo,

the hum of the driven,

is what bothers truth.

Clapped to the shackling,

of only what's do,

I rate with the louder of,

"Hello, how are You?"

The Eye of the Hurricane,

the bitter-end of try,

met the deliverance of,

I'm still alive.

The Crest of the Mountain,

the Valley will stream,

the Creek of the River,

brings-on what is dreamed,

by nothing more than a Theme.

The Rafter of Deemed,

the heights of know seen,

the looks are the stares,

becoming 'Just' mean!!

You cannot halt what is already believed,

'cause the words to the verse are on your C.D.,
the connection of?,

Tell