@143
Who told me that man was suppose to be equal
When I'm on the brink to evolve us into the next sequel
Bio-esthetics will always trump civility's ethics
Making "man" pure through kinetics is my only directive
It's only for a selective few, a specialize crew
The genetics are rue to the heightened state of beings
Shunning from the community provide fuel for the coup
Evil redemption compels lessons for them to heed teachings
Agreeing with the maddening psychodrama, immortality
Pushing the normality where my first two were fatalities
The next clinical test brought my plan to the pinnacle
Cynically thinking "You can't die if your body is dead"
Mastering the point of living necrosis of the physical
With antigens within its bite letting evolution spread
And I unleash this scourge of ridicule to the population
Laughing hysterically, enjoying this planet decimation....
@Antihero
Hiding behind debris... three of us fight until the night depletes,
surviving might seem like fantasy, war against the sky, we combine elites.
Explosions, bloody mists, emotion is nothing with mind and instinct,
devoted to something gives motion enough sting to collide with kings.
No home to relax in, our renown passion is blasting creatures away,
rolling under acid, we've grown savage while masking features and faith.
Bones and flesh, we know it's tragic but we're basking in fevers and ache,
alone 'til death, nowhere for souls to go but we're smashing down leisured gates.
Aliens or demons, we're not sure but there's no kingdom up ahead,
there's no reason for God to cure us, where's freedom for the dead?
Air without season blocked out light when preaching became a jest,
scared of treason, we watched the demised reaching for brains to digest.
We thought angels would save us, but turns out there's nowhere to squirm,
watched them strangle and slay us, burning down every square of the church.
@Kayge
I watch as they turn, souls burn, corpses rise from the dead
Eyes lined down the EO-Tech sight striking right at the head
Wide spread panic in a land where society fell and collapsed
Hell has unmasked, detached souls surviving under its ash
The past is buried under patches of melted skin that attached
Like scars mashed in the earth’s surface, surreal as we pass
The cities a relic that stands like echoes stuck in the sand
Life went from fighting for nothing, to nothing ever again
I thumb through photo albums mourning family and friends
While mornings spawn like reanimated evils frantically grin
Sanity’s grim, hope is a bad joke that life throws in the wind
Nowhere to go, but keep going . . . we either live or die at the end
Reply With Quote
Originally Posted by The Great Father
