A Parodox

You stop me from being
Blind to the world, unseeing,

And all my hate consorts with your being,
And anger sparks, me bereft of seeing

An ill consumed wind between us,
Doom saying the path between us

All inroads now, directed to collision,
No going back now no, now no revision?

This the lot to contend with,
The rotten core beneath the pith.

How now to seek redemption from you?
And how now when you are evil too?

O the crimes you committed,
O the stench it omitted,

The overflow of your crime to mine,
Condemnation and suffering chime

All in this world of rhymes
It stinks, it stinks, the crimes (the crimes).

O open the light for us,
Marketh the light – the path – for us,

Fear, anger, hate: dissipate
Our twos fates are now one fate.