I HAVE WALKED A SINFUL ROAD


Under the banner, by my oath;
my sword, my yoke and
crossed code: I have
walked a sinful
road.

The way of the cross, not
the way of a man. His
secrecy hidden, his
openness plan.

Uniform makes Unicode.

Merchant Marine and Navy Seals;
my ship, my bough and
spiked keels: I have
news, the wicked
reels.

The course of the state, not
the shape of a man. His
gloom is a tenet, his
tendency canned.

Duplicate, doubles concealed.

Take it all, well make my day;
these crooked caves, these
madman ways: I have
lied, got wrongly
laid.

Triple six, sex triples aid.

M.J.C.A. 21-10-2006