Notes from a rainy day
Where are the flagellants
To ward off this next wave
Birds down under fall from the sky
Along
Ticking forwards towards come what may
A bright new future or just a large mass grave?
They dragged the Semites to their Pyres
On Valentines Day.
They flew planes into buildings;
Cursed tyrants on the gallows.
Wasted moments in fear & pain.
Who are the new creatures
& who is wasted in their grave?
Death is your friend
In the end, the only answer
In
Changes in religion; survival of the fittest
Shaking forward & yet violence still finds the best of men
Rising and falling their swords on the fallen.
