great mania

A Poem by winter;lyra

take it, then lace it
rate it

attain it
pay it mind, nine dimes a time
each a well
wish and tell
stale your dreams
be abroad in sin
take a leap of faith and kill your kin
it might just be God's will

if not, another will

the thrill is not in the deal
it's in the appeal for freedom
whichever chaotic resolution it concludes
you must so elude your concious roof