nether 3

Purloined on the old absconding wind.Called a thief long enough to believe..it's the onlything they'd expect. Marginalized hanging in the criminal slass. Tempted by trepanation. Perhaps, a hole would enlightensome savored souls?Too much tuna in my dolphin. Would you like to to come all decked?To the bald eagle banquet..Killing that old sacred cow again.Like an old vet full of war stories. I just hope I never become an old man,"back in my day" mantra. Is the war the defining moment of your sad life.Some never move on,never leaving the trenches ,always hoping for recognition.where were you when, you realized your very surface?Deep in this role.Take tidings and toll.Free anonymity.If it doesn't make sense at least it rhymes.Are you really reading when your counting the page?Really writting when your still within the lines.....THE nETHER