mushroom clouds

 'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds' 

 

 

I've said it all

without repentance

convicted 

as my words

were all my blind beliefs,

from where the silence was once the only relief

speaking low

to whoever was listening 

within the voice

but their righteousness, spoke at once 

instead of us

restlessly away, with a fix out 

from their realities

for all their lovely oddities, we enchantingly obey

 

mushroom clouds 

imploding, 

painting 

a disillusioned red sky

under all these layers of reason

absurdity is all,

to create this molds

 

 

 

euphoria over all, 

as you hear the sentence of a trial

on a secret society

absence of truth, will not stop the machinery

a wormhole, over a silvery screen

the runaway was trapped in time

a play to cast, twisted in this dream of mine

the welded around the pit

wears just chivalry

for the dissident ones 

forced to choose which feed

and regurgitate it all

and, finally, yield conveniently

to whom those heels fit

              (high classed heels for a rivalry)

 

but I've said it all 

amused

as all their sons looking into our TV Sets

under lethal doses of distress

talk shows, in complete reruns

leave it out of life, that's where the money flows

outgoes

of a sharing intimacy

as our new virtual stigma,

 under a discrete enslavement policy

                (even crucifixion would be televised these days)

 

 

 - the toughest laws here, 

where made to wake me up