Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
DOGMA
This is the night of murder and contempt,
Satisfied with nothing but dement.
Distant shores are in the way of money spent.
My soul is troubled, and filled with the nights dement.
Tempted to the edge of rage, and vile discontent.
Yield my way, and all will be unspent,
Try this thing, and someone will prevent,
Knowledge from the wise, to come and heal the mind,
Take this time and learn, the strength that is mine.
No one ever saw, the way it once was,
But you will know the way which surely Will come.
Endless years of time and money spent,
Waiting for the day of pure contempt.
Know this is the way, it must not be,
But see the way they plot, to put an end to me.
Longing for the day, of my demise,
But never seeing how, my will survives,
And the victory that is only, a delusion of their mind.