lunar incision pandemic. by Andrew S Adamswhere are you, night sky?
as i have always found you, there
is a hope that tonight, there would be
the chance that you would come out,
and show yourself. however,
i have been fooled- you would
never reveal your face, save
for the opportunity to unleash
malice and disease, a virtual
pandemic upon the eatrth.
and, as the bodies take their toll,
all the rivers in the wake,
run bloodied from the massacre,
i too run from your wrath.
have i sinned upon your name?
shall there be an execution here tonight,
or will the gallows stay silent for the
sake of torture?
as the moon conspires with the stars,
to fall away from the lights,
i can see you tracing away on the horizon.
for once, this mouth speaks words of hate,
and the time for understanding has long passed.
i shout at you oh sky, not for the destruction
but for the moon you have taken from me. 08/04/2004 Posted on 08/05/2004 Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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