Pilgrims bound by empathy Return to the mines of entropy, Guided by the Godly wisdom Of Corpus Christ’s stockholm syndrome. Sunlight shines just behind The corrupted loom of woodland, And canopies shade the soil From what the clarity would lend. By the charity of bondage They weigh every next decision. Nearing an open clearing, Their minds are forcefully undressed, And visions rhyme out As they … Continue reading Sense