Night Prose 2

Resigned Sighs lie within the souls of the unnamed mendicant voles weeping like the highest reaching palms, their outstretched alms bowls seeking their unnamed roles in the hollow malignant merchant holes . Followers of forgotten phrase find friendship among the insane, breathing verses and venomous values in to the seething vain. Vacuous vagrants vying in the bosom of the brave Franciscan friars decrying lawlessness, lying through thin veils of virtue covering their quizzical qualms with the corrupted psalms, feigning flawlessness. Lost became the truth, transposed into cloth covering callousness of an old and shallow phallus, cost became the youth.