We become vices in what we’ve created
Our tools of destruction: self-less lies, insolently perpetuated.
Listen: the truth is powerful.

attempts to escape, corruption ensues
for our own selfish enjoyment
the embodiment of all our lives.

contain and suppress, silently contemptuous.
melded together like sweet wine
vitiate progression, in dust we are found.

birth of our industrialized nation
is the perplexive daily nuisance
in the day we love them, in the night they’re hated

Voices, ancient in the wake.
What’s this? Why are we here?

upon themselves, without perversion?

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that birth grants and takes later.
spiraling into a vortex of calamity.
unhappiness, anger, mastication.

from our elders, the previous generation.

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of which we’re all screaming—unheard, yet aloud.
trespassed, violated, by our own hand.
The wind of decades hastened their day:

…comes and goes before us

picked upon hunger and demand
there’s nothing we can do--not even move out.

Hidden behind a shroud, what a pity.
Void of purpose, reassurance of our existence.
coiled taut, a world of denial—Sin.

I’m now safe in the North
And when external we’re malevolent.
Let the city sleep: in Damnation.

08/01/2007

Posted on 01/11/2010
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