The Sin of Envy                         by Dutch master Pieter Bruegel the Elder

“Verily, I say unto you, tho I walk through the valley of time, I fear no Priest of Personnel.”

 Thus spoke Fred

Fred walked through the vale of time clocks.
each one’s face looking at him,
appearing to  sneer at him,
their hands reaching out,
to grasp onto his words,
twisting them in puzzles
for minds of the lesser.
 
The once revered hallowed halls,
now simply but hollow ways.
deplete of human bodies,
spirits or  any souls,
waited for the morn,
to fill its growling,
and empty bowels,
once more again,
with beings.
 
Tomorrow: “The Questions”
 


 
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