the blessed

Waste of the wrenching, callous mind. A tale beaming, raving in its own stale, and crooked wrath. The taking of an idenity, that has never belonged to historical fact. A lie told daily, supported, and revered by the press. Sensation becoming the tale of the day. Forgotten are the existing beauties. The creative breath, the ones that give and console. The Labors of those unfold, then inspire, our daily being. Those who are to be treated sorely, to be controlled, and used for the masculine abuse. Who? Eve and her daughters! The giving of life's begin, are the truly blessed.