And You All Believe You Know What Happened To Angie
A CHANGE OF FIND
change
Alteration
Subjugation
Observation
A constant conflagration
Yet change be triumphant over stagnant stems and stalks of winter wheat made rancid
The sacrifice of death is but a fire fueled nightmare hurling spittle at it’s spite
A man such as me who owns no hearth within a home nor shelter
For my life isn’t so much lifeless, it’s only comatose
And the plague travels while traversing depositories of human waste
Yet and still the plague pursues for as long as never is forever
And then begins the war
Soldiers and warriors all programmed to destroy, maim and kill
Ill-fitting uniforms be-fitting a sniper who slithers rather than runs
And warriors all are invincible until they are no longer not
Fierceness falls to fallow fields deprived of liquid and light
Yet always thy mortal coil calculates the odds of being wounded by a broken foe
While they with pointed vision wouldst be the bright to slay the dark
And then we feast on blood and cherry blossoms for Autumn’s overgrown
Some, such as I, call sorrow their residence until fates forces eviction
Spawned of silent sanitariums
Death be hate
Hate be death
Black be white
Rotten from the fresh
For when two immovable objects meet something has to f*****g change
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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