A poem. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
My eyes grow wide as the door shuts openly closed.
The fragile infant crawls into Their arms; no choice, but to intervene.
I have turned into them- hopefully dead from reality.
Their eyes wander in wonder to find trace of the Astounder
Save them from their lies.
They predicted that I'm their influential antichrist
To save them from all Their satanic supremacists.
All the anger is hidden in a plain smile
All that is left is their vile, paradox styles.
I can't breathe under the Green Way vilification
As I stare into their fantasy misinformation.
Hold my breath and steal my words
Until my life is Their morbidly beautiful subversion.
There's so much blood dripping, yet vanished from plain site.
It lathers onto Their suits as we give up all hope to fight.
It's unbearable watching humanity swallow
Every lie the Syarites order them to follow.
Blasphemy follows- haunting
Tendentious souls manipulating.
I refuse to be your infant.
Death is instant.
Eyes water to witness Their tortuousness
The door is open- won't become souless
Not today
Death is not far away.
