Sleep never comes.
Especially for those deemed evil,
By blatant majorities.
No rest for us wicked.
Doomed to smash our foreheads,
Into grindstones.
Until our skulls are bone dust.
If only I could sleep forever.
But there’s only one possibility,
For that.
A sudden,
Lurching stop.
An end,
Of ends.
Blatant Majorities.
