Burn, Burn, Flog
Burn Burn Down!
The tired torch at the harbor
For water has risen to liberty's throat
We hang by the lips, of her flooding mouth
Praying angelic nudity, will expose her shores
Burn Burn Burn!
The monetized existence, declaring our blood at birth
Resurrecting pennies on eyes of the dead
Burn Burn Burn!
The archetypal handbook, teaching how to age
Teaching how to die
Flog Flog Flog!
Lame duck quackers, who pompously peddle as puppets
Burn Burn Burn!
Books bound by disillusion
Saying you’re this, not that, don’t look at the sky
Flog Flog Flog!
The enemies of pondering, proponents of profit
Flog Flog Flog!
Those who say, you’re not you
You’re bigger than trees, wind is thin
Burn Burn Burn!
The idea empowering the love of power
While overpowering the power of love
Burn Burn Burn!
Guess i’ll be apart of the raging blaze
Rather than freeze in a docile spell
Burn everything!
Hell, even burn hell.
Alas, those cold as stone, are too rigid to dance
So we groove in their shadows
While the world is a wildfire!
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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