An Apocalyptic Recipe

Shakespeare weeps

An Apocalyptic Recipe

 

corona stew 

in a cauldron’s brew

add a sprinkle of seething malice

a bit of spite

with a pinch of envy and hate

on a blood-soaked plate

slice up a coward’s brain 

seasoned with horror and pain

pepper it with a dash of dread and 

salt it heavily with fear  

let it rot

sweep it in the pot

bring it to a raging boil

and stir furiously till your burnt

and melting hands blends in with the 

stew giving off a miasmic foulness

that reeks of putrefaction and decay-

 

Let the blight begin

have thirteen fools take a bite

watch the plague unfold

as guts explode

while the toxic winds of sin

consume humanity’s light-

 

Let chaos run riot

Let demons and the damned roam free

Let Hell-Hounds howl hysterically

Let them rape ravage and ruin with fiendish maniacal glee

Let it burn---Let it all burn ---Let it all burn to the ground---

 

… and when the recipe is fully-served 

to all who’ve partaken of its corruption---

 

the innocent and just

will crumble into dust

while the weak and wicked

devour the world ~

 

So Mote it Be

So Mote it Be Done---