The modus operandi
In a molded module
Biased on a prudent base
Seeming an extempore redemption
Screwed into a pompous plot
Yes, for an unseen catastrophe.
May I dare to peep in
Crawling into the inane depths
En route the falsified faking currents
I’d dive, still I keep my breath
My self-earned pride
Yes, I am apt for the toughest.
Good riddance, I gasp as I grasp it
The deepest hair thin fibers sewn
On the labyrinth of undue goals
My righteous passions floating atop
However mystified be those designs
Yes, I’d erect there my winner’s post.