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Prophets of An Automatic Atomic Night

Where a newborn star lights the vault of heaven under the sky sapphire, high! You can find it there, Not the product of a god or some such! But, man in his madness brings annihilation to the makers, the father of the nation, a nations ghost the dire lands divide…. Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders of black cabals each a deity in mind each a quest for inner peace or damnation an automatic life… When deviations dire provide the profits of war and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs and design desires flesh and bone born to non! Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks reside in cathedrals of suicide watch! The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness and dire means drive engines of earth demise! The destination and ruination of all our lives… Where a newborn star lights the vault of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!

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B.J. Fitz

Date: 5/21/2022 7:02:00 AM

I really enjoy the feel and flow of this poem, and your others, mostly because I love dark poetry, but also because you have a peculiarly tantalizing way of pouring in drips immense trains of thought, which seems effortless. Great thematic transitions such as "product of god" to "But, a man in his madness brings annihilation...". The poem seems applicable to multiple contexts and I enjoy attempting to put myself in your place to figure out what you're referencing. Very dark and cryptic, thanks!

B.J. Fitz
Date: 12/18/2022 1:34:00 PM

Sorry I am not too active on Soup (as much as I would love to be) so I just saw your reply. Love the Rorschach suggestion, will definitely employ that lol.

Poet Tellaferro
Date: 5/21/2022 3:53:00 PM

Wow, thanks for the kind words, I think I found a kindred poet here with you as a dark poet too, I definitely grooving on your work, too. I am a word-smith of the most dark and my work can be riddles in riddles in words and only your baggage can be unpacked to try and to understand its meaning IF you stop to take the time. Consider my work a rorschach test on your thoughts, ideas, n mind. Sometimes I am not even sure, It may be fleeting like a concept one once sees and is forgotten like in a dream. Sometimes my work does definitely have meaning. But does it? However, thats like diamonds in a dreamy night. Full of phantasms of your design. Maybe? Maybe not. Thanks for enjoying, I am exploring your work as well. Thanks again!