bring on zealots

Break off those cursed lips
take away the energy
of the malinformed,
the desecrated
the rest of the pity we’re able to salvage,
along with the glory
I leave on the table.
Not one step but all are imperfectly set.
so as to tremble with being aware,
it’s suggested to abscond
but the corridor’s full.
Frames dismantled.
empty and sullen,
too wan to correct.
Opening files
the last boy incarnated
The rest of the shelf but it fell with the math.
which crawls over words and directs the attention?
which appeases the world and describes without sense?
The lack of contracts is true to discourage.
and daunt with the back
of a skeletal mill.
Parade the packs of militant frailties,
so hung from descent of miles of stonework.
Clockwork. Determined
a script interrupted,
collect the remaining refusers of lines.