The Bluest Avalanche

Earth once had a heartbeat. Everything was sparkling-alive... The sun and dirt. A spec of pyrite rainclouds teasing the earth. All that man touches eventually dies. Wars spring from iron hands. From the malignant flavor of religion. From love gone feral. For the lust of petrol lands. When God kneaded man. He kicked a mustard seed... igniting the bluest avalanche. All things beautiful were crushed. All that is good was despised-disfigured. Unrecognizable is the devil's latest fad. This is the age of the ogre. The age of opaqueness. The age of the sub-cultured. Dark matter of the soul percolates to the surface. Faith is pulverized into the skin of oblivion. The meek will inherit the stain of a dead earth.