The writings on the wall

When the saint and the sinner are one and the same
When king and subject are similar in intent
When the evening shadow gulps down the morning star
When small beings destabilize their habitats
When your designs clash with the Lord’s Plan
Then dawns the annals of the written.

The earth’s chockfull of visitors’ flakes.
Yesterday he hoarded;
a perfect nuisance unrepentant.
Before that he was only a speck,
a bird’s bite;
toss-able by the wind
Afterwards just a heap of sorrowfulness;
Excess baggage…
that’s the hindrance catastrophic
If man had any wits at all
he’d apologize to his host
Or read his story to his ego.

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