Gray Logic is Death.

Gray logic is death. Emotion's swirling pattern is life. Its logic runs well: To feel, to move, to be. This is the livelihood of the living. Death surrounds the monetary drive.

Their prepared death, their prepared graves, dug by those who love cash, blessed by those who have forgotten how to feel.

Have you forgotten how to feel?
I ask this because your antennae lay limply.
I liken it to the dumb beasts with sparkling identifications,
Whose will is to persecute and destroy.

'Tis true that bias runs well with the swirl.
To let the truth's swirling bias digest you is your duty.
We must not shirk our calling.

The rambling poetic drive lays in all humanity's exhale.
Most haven't the nose to detect its sour stench,
But some of us need to clothespin our nasal passages,
In order to kill its hot, singing entry.