A Crooked Cure

It is said some threads must grow

Some waters must be subdued

And congruently recanted

Those same waters of the divine

Having inspired gods and monsters alike - unlimited and immeasurable 

So the waters

Also having 

Erupted from the firmament 

On account of the frenzy, noisy flights 

Require this degraded machine 

An organization to quell spiritual inspiration 

For when the floods rise 

Their stance arrives elected

Came committed

They stand in staunch declaration of their presence 

Thieves of the sacred stage

Tragic denial to patterned shelters

To courage of sensuality 

Are we not too dammed