The shot is just the beginning
As the world life traveled
Flashes across the mind
And neurons fire in desperate red.
Claret pools. Mind bogs.
Brain makes a desperate plea.
Our Father,
My father will bemoan
And curse the god
He swears against existing.
Holy Mary,
My mother will weep.
I have failed her.
I have lost the world’s game.
Choking on Jesus wine
My battle cry comes out
Only a whimper.
Amen. Amen. The End.
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Hello, hello do you hear the wind
Calling out names from yesteryear?
Asking for solace
Seeking respite
Under a gloomy sky of lavender
Tainted with the dirty water
Of the paintbrush wielded by a dark minded god
Praying for absolution for a race that no longer looks up
Hello, hello do you see the rain
Staccatoing half-hearted rhythms?
Hoping for answers
Dreaming of wisdom
Mixing with the slow wake
Of a ferry traversing earthbound Lethe
Clear in purpose but clogged by the ideals of man
Begging for clarity in a world drowning in nihilistic hedonism
Halt, halt the senseless blustering
Crowing loudly, unknowing portents
As ignorance answers
Proud of its dissipation
Crawling hangovers
Of a wastrel world
Listlessly wanderlusting across land seeking emotion
Intentionally avoiding the screaming empathy of humanity
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Tagged ignorance, storm, wanderlust