ramblings

wanton melody drives me to the verge of insanity
dreams of the perfect thought are my vanity
I have never been to cantebury
but I wish to write tales that honour the memory of chaucer
my culture is my own
a merger of kingdoms of humanity
and deformity
a tragedic burden I carry in my soul
they sold jesus' cross for mankind's penance
the spanish inquisition exported across centuries
& planted on the shores of this world
better late than never