Those who do not tread lightly,
will be swallowed by the earth,
Flames bellowing-
your reality in demise-
a sense of your creation-
The Frankenstein too strong-
soiling the last safe haven,
nothing was ever sacred,
nothing was ever worth the wait.

Too breath with out effort,
to move at free will.

My grace and my will,
to a God I have just begun to believe.