I can hear the screams
embracing the killing machine
haunted voices of a million dead souls
lie in the wake of her burnt ashes.
Exchanging life for purpose, and commerce.
Apocalyptic neglections of mankind
with nothing to gain
Feeling your faintest heartbeat
and stopping it with warm hands.
No pity for the daemons of disguise.
Handing the "elements" of death to a disconnected generation,
but must we willingly open the package
for a final dance with pandora?
Failing to shine mercy upon a now bleak,
meaningless future.
The freaks of the night
walk amongst the still haven of weak old men
raping them of their golden legacy
and severing time into infinity
with rusty switchblades of temptation.
Might we run amok
in a gangsters dominion,
as tears fly
and bullets cry
throughout the dim lit night sky
like heavy howls from wolves
beyond smokie mountain tops.
If you listen you can hear them in the distance.
That place in our minds of a dying breed,
Humans
leaving no seed to nourish our mother,
but trading resources of plenty
for spaces of empty.
Welcoming back the singularity that once sprang forth existence.
Madmen who twist
Gods creation of Adam,
and the destruction of Atom
with harmonious tune.
The insanity of religion
cues the same as the terrorism we die for.
Something you can believe in,
to capture a brief glimpse into heaven,
while serving hell to a defiled home.
So I have shown you the force of the nuclear Lord;
unspeakable tragedy and doom
for the mindless worker ants floating on a bubble
of gloom.
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Cold black planet suspended by fate
our dying bare earth another victim of hate
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Embracing the killing machine.