We do not kill

That which was our right

To take a life

But we abstained

However insignificant

A death should not be meted

Without just cause

Or the cause of conquest

Render Unto Entropy

I hold that small comfort

That even the stars share our mortality

That the heavens are not eternal spheres

Mocking in their perpetual solitude.

Unintended Consequences

Cut from the light

Nothing can shine here

No glitter from a soul

No absolution

Tragedy’s Stain

The conqueror will hold this place

Born of darkness

And the death of the countless

Becoming our god


Feel that ancient terror

Creep across your skin

Stifle your voice

And chill your bones


This is a shrine

To the best intentions

The great redesign

For which we are the indemnitee

Empty Nest

I watched the robin nest

As I entered the den

Of the lions

I wish them well

They wish to take my life


Bubbling miasma in the void

From which I sprung forth

To grasp at the promise of existence

To my lament


The new abnormal

An acceptable aberration

The construct’s inflammation

A bold conflagration


Chasing those fireflies

Lights that flicker in the dark

Guiding you home

To the abyss

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