Mingy Jelly

Justice is rarely just, but your troubles give me grace. A deserved downfall for a deserved treatment for a deserved action. Eye for an eye, while your eye is laid out on a bronze platter.

Your falsehoods have come to overthrow your dream, the climax of your crest. The lack of realization is no match for fate’s payment, dues is always due my dear.

Life’s envelop is affectionately glued to your heart, humorous tales for your pseudo cohorts. Notice your permanent state of solitude with the only devotion from your own hand. Even your forebears forage to freedom, nobody is here.

Stay or run, there is no accord. They nod at your pain, while looking away. Eyes wide shut, with mouths wide open, why do we know you? The character, the ride, the liar, the forged, the storyteller, the paltry worm. Crawl deep inside, for there you can live amid your loyal minions.