Our invisible thorn

ebbed in like a blade of grass who's motion is dictated by the footsteps of above forcing it's motion.
Ascetic ideas to inspire silly me. To be the single sided mammal could be considered prodigy.
So says the preacher.
Line and fences are the way of the "good". Our commanders tell us which is which and how-to's from the start.
So the lies are assembled like a pack of wolves with an intention to properly guide the herd of lost sheep. although conservation is what drives the sharp-toothed beasts, havoc is all that is wreaked.
And that is where we stand.
With love as our instilled passion
Compromise will rise.
Right past the line we drew for ourselves so very long ago.
this is sin?
So says the preacher.