Savage Year
Savage year-quiet God
in the backwaters
of a brackish riot pond...
9 minutes to trash a life
9 minutes to trash society.
We're walking toward the brink
but we don't have to be...
Black lives-white lives-thin blue line
a dirty cop-church on fire.
God stripped from our lives
Satan willingly filling the void
that creeper of our minds.
Whispers of the end times
but we haven't suffered nearly enough
there'll be more wars and plagues
race riots-disease percolating
and a fire to end all fires-
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