That Skin Looks Burgered

Enter the crowd spawning shapes upon the dead A skill honed by understanding the living a task only desired by the dregs Mind the sirens as they sing a call A call that was called while calling for the end of the world Saturation through destruction so on and not so far forth passed an intellect drawn on a caveman’s wall The breathing here will stall It will become tough to take in exactly what is seen Deep under here beneath Seeped earth unturned for a kernel of thought Barely tapping the surface here for a purpose deemed utterly worthless Those are that thing’s eyes that judge us they called him God once before No one said he’d be so bright patternless and misinformed There were good men who drug their brothers to the sand there were bad men who taught us to take a stand to be strong to balance the planets on an axis of hatred tipping towards the grand No pity from a man free of inhibitions no apologies from the cutthroat crowd Take the hat as the captain of awkward situations a soaring laughter erupts from the crowd The crowd will always give chase a duty bestowed a beauty-less rose a useless pose The crowd had a head start The crowd takes affect This was written ingest The crowd now infests The crowd always infests