Started – 06.15.2014
Finished – 03.21.2022

A chord, singed by the weight of an atom.
A cloud, the shape of halos.
Made by a man, dances in the moonlit and
stratum.

A tremor, rocks the spine.
A quake of fear along the promenade.
Another shock, tips the scales.
And he trembles, to his Devil’s serenade.

Hey, can you see them?
The weak, the feeble, the untold?
Like a serf on a mission.
Churn the metro into a stranglehold.

Turrets locked and a’ready to fire!

Master!
Wherefore art thou?
Dilligence, dissidence, omnipresence in the,
night’s bright sky?

Oh, savior!
Wherefore art thou?
Do they no longer give a damn?
How the affluent steals from them?
A faded species, left behind to rank!
The ones, the four that watch us in our sleep!!

Since when we did we become deciders of fortune,
fate and who gets to live or die?
Excuse my ignorance, your mighty “God”,
as I wallow in my last goodbye.
And disorder and disillusionment weeps for naught!!

We are no longer in control.
Who gave us the right?!
To kill, to maim, destroy?!
You are all no longer vestal.
Draw a frown on your cancer and slight?!
Violently kill the whipping boy!

Turrets locked and a’ready to fire!

Master!
Wherefore art thou?
Dilligence, dissidence, omnipresence in the,
night’s bright sky?

Mother told me.
Mother told me all.
Lost in the winter storm!
And I wish to come home!!
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