Don’t deserve Peace,
I guess.
Especially after so much war.
Penance stretching out before me –
Like a red carpet,
Yellow Brick Road,
Or a meander to my guillotine.
Such penance will take millennia,
If I’m lucky!
So no.
No peace for this wretched husk.
Such hopes were unfounded.
Too good for us.
Penance stretching out before me – Like a red carpet, Yellow Brick Road, Or a meander to my guillotine.
