Blood Mantra

Beat Poetry

While most just go on and on and on completely oblivious;

to all their surroundings; to all that is constantly becoming intrinsically wrong; cemented on evil dark and old that wants nothing more than to trap all by impositions created to be believed as essentials for the human condition.

I run;

We run--

endless running.

They run--run, run around our heads, like an addiction?

Not so much, like a competition were there won’t be another position in life, but this last--we’re all tied to a mast at the mercy of an imposition.

We never even had the chance to build our own prison--the conviction was imposed before the sentence without the possibility of inherent meaning,

but only repetition;

If I was you all, I would begin to reinforce your own constructions because what is coming leads to one and only one place

Only one:

That’s destruction.

Author's Note