Wednesday, December 26, 2012

the world strangles on its sin

and everyone is the lynch mob

tightening the noose on it

where that fiery sword

to cut the rope and astonish

the blood-thirsty

how long must we grovel

at the mercy of creation?

as long as we're here

we fall and crumble

at the foot of something

that has nothing for us because we crumble

perhaps it's better we don't know when

that fiery sword comes swinging in earnest...

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