so … what happens?

now. that children lead the way

when innocence is forgivable?

hard to tell. the juries said.

when emotions

are tight

when he who cast the first

stone is judged

but. a devil. claims –

immunity: i do not judge.

do you see?

the guilt trip, the shame.

the many folds,

of time wrapping like a mother’s love

based on innocence.

what is it?

a laughter? a cry?

the dark and light intertwine,

like chemistry gone awry.

no use now,

when a banshee breaks the spell.

you – father of lies,

and lilith serves his feet.

stinky. she says it smells like roses,

but no innocence: dispels magic tight.

god!

it is one stinky feet, don’t you get it?

then lilith

breaks her silence.

i hated it all this time. that smelly

feet.

but she got gold.

lots of it.

so the verdict comes. you chose.

not a forfeit. keep the gold.

as for innocence, quite ruined

unless.

then ears pricked up.

no salvation comes

as usual

when banshees scream

as banshees do.

it is all for gold. as always.