Fire rains from the skies
Hurtling alien rocks from space
Brimstone and Sulphur eating up the clouds
The heavens crash to earth
Falling into the ocean
Bathing us in dust
Beautiful sunsets caused by volcanoes spewing their guts
And salting the loam
So that plants die before they are born.
Brothers rend each other from limb to limb
Ligaments tearing and tendons popping from sagittal cuts
And rhythm is an ungainly rhyme scarce used in these parts.
Here the weak do not survive the week
Nobody looks out for you.
Survive or die.
Thoughts swirl in my head on the morning run
Deeply rooted in my psyche
And not subject to prying.
For when I fail to keep myself safe
From marauding brigands
And femme fatales
And problem children
All out for one thing;
My blood pulsing through their veins
Still warm as they drink from my carotid artery.
Is an anathema
Lies the propaganda
But no one person holds the power.
Hyenas are ruthlessly efficient at what they do
Exerting supernatural bite force to crush
The bones of civilization into
A calcic pulp.
Art is irrelevant
Music unnecessary for survival
The only way
Tell tales of the good old days by the fireside,
Dredge the mind for memories
When it was a free for all
For confidence tricksters seeking votes from all.
Everything is in freefall,
And fruits in windfall
Are the stuff of legends.
The killing sacrament
The enduring baptism of fire in this cold world
Borne on glaciers of one thing hardwired into every human being.
Losing your humanity is the first step
The cliff bordering on nothing
The harmattan cold parches my lips of love
Crossing Xs and circling Os.
Lobotomized and unemotional
Transorbital procedures taking away everything warm and cold
Reflecting the dull steel which took them.
Eyes deadpan as pink matter is spread on the ruins of a pavement
Carcasses of the helpless strung from erstwhile electricity cables
Darwinian in the devolution from reason to cold unfathomable logic;
Only the strong survive.
There are no heroes in this world
What is glory to a rumbling stomach?
Of morals going under.
There is no rock music ushering
Because lions are nothing but flat track bullies.
The gods are but cannon fodder to unbelievers
Bile in the mouth of the faithful.
The rivers are stinking and full
Bodies bloated and drowned for lack of
An antithesis of order,
The knowledge of good and evil is extinct
And man is shown for what he is
A flawed beast in a perfect image.
Because when it boils down to the bone
Freedom is a drug peddled by discord,
True freedom is but
© Sena Frost 2k16
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