Lies

Bring all of humanity to it's knees begging on your whim, your mercy; Then judge it. Your cold, quivering, cracking lips quipping tips to the wicked; to the rich. Whilst knock-kneed choking broken backed masses lay on the floor: These are the downtrodden poor. Panicked paws brutalized beaten and crooked till cracked, battered by unrighteous laws. Taste the kiss off shivering lips. Starved, so shrunken and shriveled with successive sighs at the procuring lies. Stale eyes stagnant and downcast, skeleton skin scraped tight. Envision the puttering stutter of short, slick, sick, flames, Pocked and sputtering puckering towards you - towards us. Crooked, clasping, clutching talons, torn worn and scarlet grasping onto canescent, chalky, choking cloth. All the while a honed heaving hook, Hungrily hovers, swaying the still air, ripping the wretched none forsook. I see it, Picking the destitute poor with it's ripened carnivorous claw. And me? I sit scrambled in seclusion ideas tumbling in my mind, Yet, I can't find the voice to tremble terrifically treble and thundering, to take the claw, the acts, pacts and laws lies that scream from ceilings and say - Stop. We are all alone.