alienation of affection spreads rumors

 
destiny undulates what is beauty to me isn't to some
pain hasn't been forgotten no slights intended
the art of nuance or subtly or subtext has never been my way
I try finesses and then barbaric force

why be mean when it isn't needed?

some are cruel for sport
I don't like it, don't force your way on me
and I won't shove my view down your throat

it is a sacred thing a soul

do you know where yours came from?

no matter the language it is alive the shared, space we came from

dominions, DOminus, Dominican or stasis
alive is alive even if it be dead

so it is decreed, so let it be known
from one wise owl to another