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
Exploring the Human Condition Through Writing
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
I hold that small comfort
That even the stars share our mortality
That the heavens are not eternal spheres
Mocking in their perpetual solitude.
Cut from the light
Nothing can shine here
No glitter from a soul
No absolution
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
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