Kasandra Lund

i see the host of the earth crowd and wonder why they all mill around living lives of mortal mistakes and lies that only end when a person dies They take what they Think they want Blindly, Never looking past their very noses To See the senseless consequences clearly that will haunt until the eye closes i see the host of the earth crowd to those whose schemes viciously abound following their offence in Ignorance to Beyond the point of Repentance. In them a rash, feckless Arrogance what they Demand—though Never earning, is possessions, pride From gross Innocence— Bind them to a life with no happy ending i see the host of the earth crowd to those whose Works not endowed are coveted with a hideous desire Born From Easy Idleness most dire To A Death Of Mind And Body