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!~