The Vile Vault (the only problem)

The man stood there, in front of the public

Composed, intellectually upright and all over normal

Just like any other mortal being.


Our judgement

With little human knowledge a glimpse into the public life, sums all as perfect.



Behind the façade of grace and politeness

Lies assuredly, a dark vault of misplaced orientation

That only the orifice can lay bare

Where abominable words in the name of fighting for ‘our rights’ surface

The rights of the ungodly descendants from Gomorrah-

who respect not the simple rule of the opposites.


A cursed dimness and a fiery judgement hangs over the adrift path of this.

2nd March, 2007