Sojourn Path

Tuesday, oh Tuesday... thou art a most good brother of Monday... How I hate thee almost as much as greatly as I scorn thy brother... Unless, of course, I'm off on Wednesday... Haha! Hello, my friends. Enjoy today's addition to "A Poem a Day Keeps the Lobotomist Away".

Sojourn Path
by James O. Cannon
Tis’ He who hath, tested my wrath.
And tempted me from my Sojourn Path.
I shall never fear what hides within,
For it is all just natural human sin.
Our souls cry out when pain fills in,
Enticing the appetite of the Seraphin.
Yet I shall not be waived from my Sojourn Path,
By he who hath strongly tempted my inhuman wrath.

When the Angles fall from the heavens above,
And land about like the dead birds of dove,
And walk the land without hate or love,
And meet my brothers and sisters with a shove,
To rid the world of the magic of the foxglove,
And the ones who refuse conformity are to be commove,
Though I shall not be tempted from my Sojourn Path,
For these inhuman beings tempt my earthly wrath.

My friends and family shall fight back with passion,
But do not expect our faces be ashen,
For the food that sates us shall be a fare ration,
And as for their front lines we plan to smash in,
To slaughter their soldiers and tomorrow sleep in,
As we will forever fight but first must begin.
The fight shall be won by our passionate wrath,
All because I have kept to my Sojourn Path.