To Wager Scars

And so it begins again, the hourglass drained awaits to turn
Eroded grain by grain
Our craven order blames degraded prizes we unearth
For sanctions they will pave.

Hanging from their vestments - draped phantasmagoria
We now see the callous greed that lurks 'neath emporia.

Hail the man who sways the sword!
Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut
By puppeteers whom hold the cards
And plays living stakes, wagers scars.

Convinced of their virtues scribing memoirs in repent
We trudge through a haze to the post, hear the next sent forth to death.

Waiting...

Praying...

A flurry of blades approach
Their words of pity revoked
Claims pickings aimlessly to the slaughter.

A lone survivor loaming the bane of the mire.

Hail the man who sways the sword!
Parades clichés through the strings pulled taut
By puppeteers whom hold the cards
And plays living stakes, wagers scars.

To wager scars.

To wage my scars.

And the hourglass turns marking the ended rout
I lay low rest assured one day it will run out.