The Manhattan Project; a foreshadow…
For more battles.
Nuclear weapons morph contemptible dwarf hassles
Perpetuating the cycle in debt,
You’re paying recitals
Performed by The Great Depression, Stock speculating
A bible's preach stopped escalating,
The rivals reach to ascertain the grip,
Having pain equipped, required.
Religion, Science, and War…
Leaked brains, the sick, the spire
The sequel to the steeple evolving feeble people; Beetles
Mosquitoes flutter by Butterflies
Committing utter cries under sties
Eyelid's tears get stung,
Bumble bees nearly drunk; Feeling buzzed
Crickets steering jumps,
Spears get flung, leers of dung
Spies are Spiders lurking, working to…
Determine patience
The tender speed of Centipedes center greed for…
Exterminations
Ticks are tanks; stick to ranks
Of blood suckers in the smoke screen
Soldiers with their coats green,
Folks scream as throats steam
The universe will mosh and flood,
The planet will toss the humans
The humans will squash the bugs,
But still a gosh is fluent
The craven’s nest contains a raven’s chest scraped…
Under the soul
Ever been in a crowded room where only one person’s
Comfortable?
Me too…
And that was the first time I got to sit on the couch
They all envied, with a nickel in pouch,
My mickle; they slouched
Cockroach sprays to con spawns,
But the truth’s gone wrong
Destroying life,
But sparing property like a neutron bomb
Our bodies travel aboard the Decomposer…
To the soil’s pockets
If you’re religiously false, it means…
The land couldn’t keep its promise
It’s a shame to find worthless junk…
then serve it spunk…
Knowing there’s a scientific iceberg; your worship sunk
But the lifeboats keep the faith,
While the gluttonous teach the hate
We are nothing to them…
But complaints can’t decrease the stakes
Come on, hurry! give me your bloody hand, we can reach the gate.
I cry and drink myself to sleep and wake…
To resurrect
In the morning, where mourning is still in thin depth…
Is it a sin to kill an insect?