TALES FROM GENESIS 1
(TO THE FORGOTTEN PEN OF JUDAISKY)
Time will never repent
Nor suit the complacency of man.
Its ticks and tocks
Are ever on a run of no looking back.
And so I have robbed my paper_
And deprived my pen of its right.
Alone in a secluded room
Was my pen kept to roam_
It’s denied of its ink to bleed
To its smugness and satisfaction.
Take my sorry, I have made you suffer_
Suffered with empty Virgin paper.
But you must not abrade to heart_
For I am come to wet your ink.
Smile to me, my afflatus animus_
For today, you are reborn.
Shall I commemorate today_
With party or lines from Poets?
Hail hail the budding brooding pen!
I have changed your pad_
So ride on to the summit
Till man is come to conformity
Of your tide and epistle_
A reason you are rebirth.
Take the title once again_
The bleeding pen of Judaisky.
Give the weary hope
And scorn the assemblies of the wicked.
This is why you are reborn_
You are my soul errand, you are rebirth!
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