Requiem for a Sociopath

A Pall upon a Baker’s Will.
A death-bringing shade on an English Shore
Shadowcasting across the world.
Safety suffers for the journey.

An Old World Disease come to New World Land.
Charm and oddly-compelling dyscrasia
Circumvents the skeptical
And Followers chase the Leader.

The propulsion of a wagging tail
Motion towards with no control.
Damn the future, full speed ahead
“What you need you can only find here.”

Hansel and Gretel’s Sin was not Gluttony,
But rather in leading breadcrumb addicts to
A Predator’s Kiss.

But there are always new addicts, always new lands.
The English know: they mapped the world.
A card of Green is all it takes
To infect the distance.

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