Tear at the ground.
Is it destruction,
or building?
Can there be one
creation without
the other one?
We make worlds.
We kill everything
and everyone,
just to plant the seeds
of oblivion.
Is that what you meant
by “Progression”?
Together,
hand in hand
cooperation,
enabling each other’s
condition.
Manic,
homicidal,
Homo Sapiens.
Bridging the gap
between nightmares
and the waking day.
All born insane.
Cluster and clutter.
It’s better to coddle
the red, little devil
who’s perched on your shoulder.
Do you hear him?
Good.
Don’t listen.
Just know his position.
It seems when his voice
isn’t in our ear,
it’s coming out of our mouths.
Fade,
flank the enemy.
It’s just a tragedy
laid out on front of me.
One more atrocity,
played out because of me.
Here I stand
before my fire,
my devastation.
Waiting for my next rebirth,
no hesitation.
I’d do it all again,
probably a little bit worse.
It all comes together,
from tearing at the Earth,
to lay a foundation.
HG – 2018
Wow