• There are no words for this. For this there are no words.
    The vaguest image yet portrayed
    Life defies all description and death all comprehension
    Birth is the greatest joy but for those born dead
    What is it but damnation?

    The world spins on silver lines, which web us all together
    To which the tapestry of life confines
    Woven with threads cut short the patterns weave is broken
    Fate looms up with gaping holes, destiny misspoken.

    Beauty is compromised by those who do not see it,
    Green fades, color fades, inspiration drowns in black and browns.
    Black sludge runs through the world’s veins and black gold is the currency
    Lives for pennies as conflict reigns.

    Lust dictates all
    Lust for control, for power, for immortality
    Black greased hands strangle freedom in its infancy
    So to prop a changeling in its place.

    Choices made, deeds done, mistakes not admitted
    All boil under a blood red sun.

    The heat wave from a thousand fears
    Melts the ice from a million tears
    The water levels rising yet the world keeps on fighting.