How can the world end up a quagmire of irrelevant destruction. Is it not ourselves who delved too deep, encircled territory, distributed weep. We dug the fathomless hole we find ourselves in yet, we seem to intrinsically force the blame onto other entities.
We are not distant, we are not uneducated, we are not even immortally bound by the governs we deliver.
An encircling of hate fills the putrid air, the staleness of resolution, far ended, hanging in its’ own, administered fate. A swirling, bubbling mass of undercurrent fills every ocean. Blood and money washing away the very essence of life.
Is this the way?
Copulation with the destroyer?
Humanity inbred with itself; a fatal deliverance of the rules.
Surreptitious in its’ approach, delicate in its’ balance. Like a misting fog coursing its’ way through every concourse of life. Its’ fingers caressing, tickling the treasure, nurturing with its’ endeavour to cook the air still and to clean the clots from the sky.
Feel the staid, breathe the wave, tenderize the flavour of evolution. Evolve the devolution that we are rutted firmly in, twist it on its’ head and realize the intrepid state we find ourselves fraught with.
Caress the real, absorb what could be so deep in your veins that you live it and smolder its last breath. We are the people, we are us, we are the same, we are of one, so why? Just why?
Is this the way?
To fight and to clash, to sing and to pray, deliver us from evil and all what comes may. Bombs exploding, terse words rebounding, heaven and hell merged as if one. Break free from the strop, hare like a hare, soar like a bird, needless despair.
Be free, stop flouting and flaying, courting and baying, whistle the boundaries of all that is good.
Be free, don’t hinder, betray, purge or dismay, let us stand up with a gracious affray.
I bow down to thee, fluent with ease, put down the carcass and build up with with no fees.