God's Invasion

My first Glosa. Four lines are taken from the poem Invasion by Shirō Sagisu.

To every man there is a cause which he would gladly die for. 

Defend the right to have a place to which he can belong to. 

And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation. 

And shed his blood to stem the flood, to barricade invasion.

 

 Invasion By Shirō Sagisu

 

 

 

 

Can you see the light at the end of that darkness? Is there a spark to light the fires of the infernal?

The river blood runs through the veins of Mother Earth, feeding freedom

Perpetual birth within the mirthless dirt, the deprivation, for preservation

Exterminate the false creations, ascertain our acclimations

To give through death, and take through life, to scream our rights and whisper through the night

I would die gladly for them, they would live happily like termites digging through my corpse, remorseless

Let my body house them, let them sing albums, helpless in the autumn trauma, doubtless

Honest within the harvest of my memories, welcome the cold of December and plant new seeds

Breed humanity, something to live for, what I would give for forgiveness, fragile in the frigid cold, madly cry, for

To every man there is a cause which he would gladly die for

 

Am I byproduct of hate or love? Will questions fester unanswered buried among the mud while the imperfect look above?

The stars shaking with laughter, masters of fate that hate prevailing above the jail of hammered nails that wish to set down a foundation

As we procreate below the lake of lights elation, the ordered euphoria mortally wounded, I’m a one human unit

I am alone, I live for them, give it all, no one will live for me, none will fall, believe me when I say I wasn’t guilty, among the morning mildew

The winter of dead splinters is an oblivion that a simpleton like me cannot appreciate, the cold bites like knives fertilely flourish flowers of blood

I’m eating at life, one piece at a time, planting a spike that pierces the flesh, re-enters the mush grows from the hurt, buried under dirt

Rendered fettle under the needles remedial ego, I give myself one drop of blood, one strip of flesh per day

As I drip away and drift among the unfit clouds that bleed their drowned evil, lovely in their coveted feelings

Fade into the sky, without a reason why, not one to define you, a realized concubine through my place on this earth, man must

Defend the right to have a place to which he can belong to

 

And my own will never sever the love letter of rebirth, cut myself on the paper pages of predicted pictures a mixture of fazes complacent within the waters of time

Educated by my past, populated by my future, persecuted by my present, render from the heavens, empty in my segregation

Under the weight of my own impatience, I fall further down this rabbit hole unsociable in this broken world

There is little hope for a home without love, I loathe this world, it stole me from happiness

It ravaged me, savagely, sadly this cataclysm is my safe placed prison, the reality that grew me, risen

And I will fight for my life, fight for what I have, what I love, until it melts away in the sadness of a cold sun, shining sins on everyone

This is everything that I am, wafers slammed together to wage war with forgetfulness among the whisking weather of malevolence

I am may not be any better, and you may not be any worse, but my time is worth protecting

I will not be subjugated while you are inaugurated for your cruel deeds, I will not fall down 

and bleed eviscerated

And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation

 

Condemnation of my expectations, reclaiming my hatred, something to hold onto, bond through, belong with, haunted

Regardless, I remain among the dead men walking, the flesh bags mocking, forgotten by the city of lights, death isn’t black, it’s neon bright

The blight spreads through my very blood, shoots through my head like a gunshot, thoughts that pulsate memories

As the epidemic escalates, the cross of God rots among the capitalistic markets, selling a bargain to buy back humanity

Sanity is a drug, I’m addicted to ideals, this world is unreal, my demons are sealed, eyes peeled for my next meal

Every man that feasts on the meat of the moment is open with the cancers of disaster, the unanswered questions molest my mind

I’m left behind amidst the rhymes that slide into my circuits, purpose for one that is worthless

For God is mortal, and hurt is eternal, and I will burn all the hate inside me like a bonfire of madness, the anger feeding on my freedom

Hide behind my God, father followers to view my facet, drown on my spit coughing pardons, dissect my love, my God, my monsters, my dismantled matrix

And shed his blood to stem the flood, to barricade invasion

Author's Note

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