Sunrise dew drops on grass field.

Weariful Creations of God

In words, in phrases, in utterances

Guided by the fate of denial 

Of deteriorating a future of untamed vehemence

Facing a mirror reflecting hire depictions

So gracious in detail I ponder

Perfection in hire features 

The sweetness of honey saturated in hire blood

The aroma of divinity staining the aerate one depends on 

Sagacious; transcribes to hire name

Green with animosity 

Thyself infected by narcissism 

To love thyself more than no man 

Biblical like the Cain of the century 

Breading the hive of insincerity

Pitiful in action yet meaningful to thy being

– “Weariful Creations of God.”