Quatrin of Your Dreams - 3647 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Your Dreams

Your Dreams - often, they are not
mine

1.
Your soul is due for a payment,
you've sold your life down
the river like a rat
onboard a large
boat,

What you have been looking for
is just enough power to
make yourself feel
important, not
remote.

And now the dues are being collected
by those that supported
you and gave all
you didn't
deserve,

You gave away your trust by being
a mortal pontificater with
no clue as to what the
common man might
observe,

2.
It is time you face a harsh reality,
time to realize thy beliefs are
spoiled; begs the question
no one wants to
ask:

Are you really against the winds
of change pushing upon your
will or do you feel
the breeze on
your face
mask?

It was you who wished to change
the world because you thought
it was a manly art to
brow beat your
brother,

Your soul is due for payment, may
the sins you exposed fill your
rotting corpse so the world
can see you shouldn't
have had a mother.

Yorktown Disciple