when all that is, is found in place
has turned the cheeks of former friends
who'd had enough of meek replies.
Their fury unrelented once
his whip, unfurled, was not so long
as to their delicate hinds strike
or command any further peace.
For words are spat without minds eye
to guide the pathways that they make
and leave an anarchy in form
where once there had been rhetoric.
And find him then, the final hour
and ask his forgiveness with haste
for even eve had known her sins
but taste would not relinquish her.
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