Sense of Destiny

The horses reared.
The baying of the dogs
induced their fear.
Instinctual, the base
of terrorism.

Mass minded, individuality
could not withstand the pull.
Robed, the priests of gross deceit
indulged the god of wine
in disapproval.

Their suffering could not attain
removal of their pain.
Structured power took control
regressing all the gain.

The horses reared.
The baying of the dogs
induced their fear.
Instinctual, the base
of terrorism they perceived.

Altered, any praise they might
receive for healing. The might
of night stole over/under all them.
Haunting all their angry dreams
Revealing the altering.

Somehow, this sense of destiny
would live beyond the outcome
their schemes...

? Michaelette ?

5/15/2003
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