exclusion's nemesis

Bloody banter
chime away
as the night hawk spreads its' wings

Sunday bastard
crime of the day
the stained glass breaks as the preacher sings

Ask not what I do?
Say not what you may?
Bask not in morning dew
you're not allowed to play.

Crime infested haunted house
don't scream as I run
no longer interested in second son
if you insist he's the only one.