The Torture of Remaining...

      Affirmation of an obliteration,Posture ends the guilt of a formidable half neglected conscience self-drown and near death of promise,Disregarded for the smoke and mirrors of comfort's disguise for a dying future,Dreams surrendered willingly to the reaper straight will submission from hearts grown helpless as tombs for destiny,

Hold on tight to the heart as it pours out through the gas mask,Mourning until it can't see straight,Spoke up at long too late seconds last like hours as the tears pool up between knees,Nothing remains of what I stood for,Faith betrayed by reality's train wreck of believable scientific logic,God wasn't our creation hero... Or else this sad greed infused comfort farcry from a realistically logical society would have died out long ago!

Kill off starving children with contaminated water,Allow sexual traffic slaves to be vaginally extorted as rape victims are blamed at on home soil for a crime committed against them,Covered was there orifices when the night's spot light began the search for the evil man,He caved in to the momentary greed we call lust,Carpe F'kin Diem can slit its throat,Pointless is the villains sexually violent adventure,If there was an Eternal Spirit up in the skies,Watching the stats grow of our deaths on his charts of human loss paper work,He'd have ended our intolerable way of guilty living long ago!

I double take every day as the swat team conscience mine sweep my mind for reasons why I cared at all,Watching the earth scream under our feet,A crime of perpetual neglect,Prolonged by an imbued ignorance we pass on and desire to leave behind as our smoking mirrors calling card to our children,Next generation endowed with lethargic hearts of disregard!

Acknowledge the Reaper as the knife's steel to skin f(r)iendship suicide begins to bleed,Silver begins to sink into epidermis,An intoxicating event I simply cannot watch,Horror of my final crime,A selfish last wish reward,Nothing without sound believed in my purpose,I was but an unfashionable waste of humanity's society space upon earth,Despite the silence around my billions of words,I allowed this act as the will of destiny,A son of fate survived past grace's point of no return,Brimstone sulfur awaits the ghost from the empty shell,I am to appease Satan eternally upon spikes & in flames,Such is the tale of a poet who once believed...Who tried their f'cking best.

In earnest anticipation of,
J the Villain Itself