Disgraced By Hate

Is it a mad mind’s endeavor I paint each night boarding this dimensional flight to no where as I stare… frenzied over the edge of what is I am dizzy, rolled out red, bled over the watershed of life. Strife strikes its blunted blade across a tirade of prodigal preaching the damned, hauled out and slammed down filthy pits this race…disgraced by hate. Love suffocated…unable to breathe as darkness weaves her way around me I see… Ravaged hearts rusted gold to black, a shack of unshakable poverty roams through broken homes of bloodied glass walls she calls… and darkness falls. This race disgraced by hate as though fate had set it free we stand by silently, our eyes closed to humanity we claw our way, drag our souls over rows of nails a failed nation on the rails of ruin. Inside I die a little… like a withering tree, brittle and bitter, twisted up in a time of torched minds and scorched moulds brought up without hope as though a rope strangled around my swollen throat I choke… Mangled clouds of torrid smoke hand high as hate shapes this age with rings of gore I pray… the voices of angels fall and soil these ashes. Dusk to dawn my spirit lashes out in longing, lacerated and hated belonging to light I will fight for peace… As this race lives disgraced by hate.