The Mad Man journals

A poem about our days.

Oh eternal sunshine
children of the stars
who rumble in the jungle
the midnight stary sky

Celebrate your vision

your spotless savage glow
for your light is quickly fading
a rotting dying soul

Heed the ancient's wisdom
their pure infernal words
a perfect vision future
a deathly hallow sword

The carriage speeds too fast
the ancient choufer's weak
his legs are trembling scarcely
his mind is growing bleak

Gather up your sacks
for it is time to go
humanity away
you've struck your final blow