sweet old creed

[cacian]

revenge intrigues
damage is pleased
the world is freed
from sweet old creed
ferment no more
the cut is deep
but nowhere bleeds
the healing's
feast

it feels a strange
that something
flame
came in to be
to blame and shame
but sat infringed
feeling the raf
it had entranched
upon its graft

day after day
reminders rise
to prick
and trick
to move
about the
frisks of it

time is a fast
accountant for
mistakes and wrecks
and thus
it trecks
the pains
away
and slam
its roars
down to a
cray