Masters

The masters fight

some to rule, some to right

So slaves rise up

to take their place

standing by the judgement cup.

Fools by nature, the fall of man,

They pressed too hard, bit the hand,

to wrong the ones who righted them.

Angered by this turn of tables,

the masters rise to retake their place,

and the slaves return from whence they were,

for their betrayal and vengeful table turns.

No inherent good,

from top to bottom, you have to choose,

wolves will rise, wolves will fall,

but lambs survive, protected through and through.

Morris Mandel

"The darkest hour has only sixty minutes."

When All is Said and Done

When all is said and done

When faint hearts flee from under the sun

When all fates their courses run

All that shakes shall tumble down

All that can be felled shall fall to the ground

All that breathes air so sweet shall drown

if naught to save can be found

Then what's true will show it's strength

Whose hope founded firmly shall not falter

While hope falsly grounded will flounder

For hope tried and true

Will be a shining refuge,

a sign of promise and of faith

to all who in it remain

But hope of falsity comes to naught

for only truth withstands in trial

and those who stood on sand flee in terror

So to ruin crumbles the hope they past sought

Benjamin Franklin

"Dost thou love Life? Then do not squander Time; for that's the stuff Life is made of."

Double Feature: Ahab's Jezebel/The Lone Man

Ahab's Jezebel

Like a spoiled child he wept

In his wicked grief he had not slept

So mother of all vile and theft

This wicked temptress went

While her child whined and moaned

His mother, Ahab's Jezebel,

would have his desire home.

Blood was spilled that night

At the Beauty's shameless word

Her prize was now in sight

but of its price no one ever heard

for Jezebel acted dead of night

When only owls are in flight

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The Lone Man

They cried upon their stone

They called upon their wood,

but stone-faced and ready wood to burn

they were

Then up stepped the lone man,

up he stepped to his stones,

but he did not cry,

not to wood or human craftman's work,

his voice to heaven lifted,

to the true Lord he called,

and fire fell, fire answered,

for the Lord God is True