RUSE

by: Devon Phaneuf (12.17.2017)

Rejoice! O'er the communion of your own confusion.

Long tales rust nails of truth a-fixed once to hold confession (in a booth!).

Truth?! Truth you say has no proof? Twas God who gave life, and the noose?

Find you no amusement in my voice? What about life as a choice?

No, No, No child; let not your mind wander so loose. It is unsafe to think us so obtuse. Now praise God for lighting the spark of your fuse.

I will not. I refuse. This is no crime, I'll sign no truce.

Language is to aloof to deny that absolutes may simply be spoofs.

Call your troops. Deploy your chutes. I'll drink not from the cup of your juice.

We have only one sin, the illumination of such a ruse.