#scourge
Holstered at high noon
Blistering with festered wounds
First of many moons
Fire raining down
Tap a vein of blood in the ground
Void of life and sound
Shelter for relief
Burn the place around my feet
Respite that I seek
Perish in my youth
Yellow candles light the room
Cultured yet uncouth
Painted red the town
Carnage glistens all around
Gone and left to drown
Woken by the cries
A place I still recognize
Dreams arrive to die
Atone and bleed the sin
An evil presence descends
Quell the rage within
I won't die in vain
Nefarious and insane
Poppies soothe the pain
Worn upon our sleeves
Phasing unpredictably
Nature of the beast
Tread lightly forward
Origin of vile scourge
Yet ventured onward
Grains of salt and sand
In reunion holding hands
Flee this barren land
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
the scourge of man
i am supposed to be ?
ignorance is pain
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
the scourge of women
nobody can love him like i can
ignorance is pain
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
pain with no script
subterranean roar
pressing call
pushing through
unkempt wasteland
places we don't see
lest they confront
status quo
hidden from all
but the sharp
as echoes we meet
find the persona
sear like another
stinging coal
on splintered frame
bent from carrying
shadows
cast on the
lake of fire's
unceasing scourge
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC
there's a monkey in my television
he doesn't speak well
but he sure talks good
hes a real politician
Mr Do Right
he much appreciates my support
while ******* in every room of the house
marking his territory
which is everywhere
and promising lavender horizons
with words like a luster of stumps
turning lives into vagrant shadows
freezing dreams like skin tags
he's **** high in **** and graft
having *** ******
an
American way of life
while he grandstands
riding a tricycle on the ceiling
all business like
a lazy worthless *******
with a slush fund
and no limit to what he will do
flanked with mullah lawyers and the clergy
minions lackeys and body guards
he sits terminal
upon a throne
like a jagged mouth
sure to be swallowed
struggling against the menacing whispers
of those do wrongs and the unborn
world soul disgruntled
a slave to being a tyrant
ready to **** all transgressors
of his vainglory
and a willing toilet mouth
to all above
gobbling and grateful
when they flush
the god of money ******
leading by example
and
serving with distinction
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC