Alienation, seed of anarchy
sprouts within the slave's skull,
enraging the soul with its enslavement.

Desire, wicked sister of Insanity,
lunatic and lovely plucks us like petals
with a lover's claws.

And we all wander post-war awkward
dragging battered angels behind our backs,
bidding farewell, thirsting, to rivers and oceans we go.

And we all lay, deicidal,
as flesh eliminates the omnipotence of God,
raw and weary as a dragon sleeping in a field.

And we all fall...
iridescent, our blood blossoms in the streets,
as a deluge recedes with the promise of flowers.