tasered scruples

T'was just some blood clot strolling insolvent street in spite
About a half a bubble off of plum and now fully maligned
Chewing the law of Caesar while drinking the aphotic light...

These sharp romantic fools in flat corners can't harmonize
Preaching a lowly doctrine from their stark high enshrined
Thinking outside the cage but free thought compromised...

This train never stops but to throw people out their minds
So that their action is accused and the outcome excused
Twisting the old wand of the magi as the rod of the spine...

A ten dimensional puzzle spilled on their floor of lies...