Will This Be The End?A Poem by MatthewStuff
The hunger for power drives you to extinction
Features of the free sun, ignored for pleasures from the black cinder
The need to be free and live cheaply
Giving my Earth an illness, a degenerative vicious sickness
Splutter all you want for their minds are closed
As their rotting husks of biological mass will lead you to death, slowly,
masking our faces for the reality is uncovered, that the origin of the affliction is choice of words infected
Ones whom acts upon vulgar tendencies, irrational hatred and no enemies.
The ones who oversee and serve, propagate the persecution of the execution of my Earth
Are the parasites directed to the gallows, corpses hung in shame, saying obligation, saying abstain.
For death is the only method for these primitives to rein.
And hope to usher an epoch of peace is a likely view to hold but will never remain. © 2014 Matthew |
Stats
85 Views
Added on November 8, 2014 Last Updated on November 12, 2014 Author
|