Dealing in death
\nAnd the right to have breath
\nIs the breathless pursuit of the few
\nIts the bedrock of beastliness
\nEnduring the pain
\nAnd the adrenaline rush
\nFor the ultimate gain<\/p>\n
Its the trip to the karma bank
\nMindlessly sort
\nThe crossroads of chaos
\nAnd tumultuous thought
\nThe lack of connection
\nTo natural ways
\nUntimeliness really
\nAnd intrusive phase<\/p>\n
Of course out of order
\nAnd dangerously so
\nA spent force where sophistry
\nDoes seem to grow
\nA mere correlation
\nA functional fling
\nSo much disrespect
\nTo those it does bring<\/p>\n
What is so final
\nShould never be bought
\nThe ego exceedingly
\nBrought into thought
\nCaught up in the arrogance
\nOf the display
\nAn inconsiderable trophy
\nOn that stolen day<\/p>\n
Ill gotten gains
\nAre a loss for all time
\nA biting reminder
\nOf those who would climb
\nOut of their dark pit
\nTo stand in the gloom
\nIncoherent and taxing
\nExpecting a tomb<\/p>\n
To welcome a spirit
\nOf disharmony
\nOf turmoil and turbulence
\nWhere the orderless see
\nIn what they call camouflage
\nThey dislocate
\nWith violence and lawlessness
\nThey transmigrate<\/p>\n
They become the harbingers
\nThe pioneers
\nThat herald the breakdown
\nAnd highlight the fears
\nAn assemblage a rabble
\nOf freakishness who
\nWith each aberration
\nFeel cosy and true<\/p>\n
They subsist on their bloodlust
\nFor each point of time
\nThey then pay each other
\nThe perpetual rhyme
\nTime bound and temporal
\nA throwback perhaps
\nTo an ugly reaction
\nThat was never intact<\/p>\n
Its all about power
\nAnd the pulse of each soul
\nThe greatest of governance
\nThe almighty role
\nOf coming to ambush
\nA virginal flight
\nCut down in that moment
\nAnd lost to the night<\/p>\n
The total unconsciousness
\nBorn in the way
\nThe inadequate
\nContract was only to pay
\nThe destructive force
\nThe great eradication
\nThat blots out the light
\nWith its vile medication<\/p>\n
The impetuosity
\nAnd the uproar
\nThe brute has been murdered
\nOf that you are sure
\nThe brute will be butchered
\nIts trophy to be
\nHung in some vile place
\nSo others might see<\/p>\n
The biased believers
\nMisinterpret the signs
\nJaundiced and clannish
\nIts the light that now shines
\nOn the victim
\nThe great loss to family
\nAnd Nature and those
\nAnd the whole of creation
\nThat this loss does impose<\/p>\n
The true credulity
\nNasty and naive
\nA sucker for those
\nWho under achieve
\nTheir infatuation
\nWith profit though they
\nNo nothing of prophets
\nOr order today<\/p>\n
Their uneducation
\nTheir blankness of thought
\nSuch unawareness
\nThey have been bought
\nBy the ineptitude
\nAnd extravagant need
\nOf those hunting for reasons
\nAnd the need to succeed<\/p>\n
The sage uses eyes to see
\nThe great sight
\nThe fools fire their guns
\nAnd incur the great blight
\nThe congenital stupor
\nThe defective mind
\nThe rambling poacher
\nWho cannot unwind<\/p>\n
The psychopath ventures
\nInto the dark
\nWith his paraphernalia
\nIts all a lark
\nClad in the camouflage
\nRifle and sights
\nHe has paid his dues
\nAnd he knows his rights<\/p>\n
As Kendall as others
\nDo
\nSlaughter and kill
\nCreations great magic
\nSuch evil doth spill
\nThe blood and the miracle
\nOf life abroad
\nThe innocent die
\nBecause they could afford<\/p>\n
The bounty the margin
\nWrapped up in disgust
\nThe lunatic fringe
\nWith their high fives
\nAnd lust
\nFor the cruel expectation
\nThe suspense of it all
\nAs a mother protects
\nAnd a father does rule<\/p>\n
But they become victims
\nAnd their family may die
\nWaiting for them to come home
\nAnd we cry
\nTo the heavens above us
\nFor what some now do
\nThey murder and slaughter
\nAnd enjoy it too<\/p>\n
One after another
\nThe great beasts do fall
\nThose on the plains
\nTheir backs to the wall
\nThose on the trees
\nBreathing the air
\nShot to death tragically
\nBy those who won’t care<\/p>\n
Each an apocalypse
\nFor its own kind
\nAn ominousness
\nWhich is underlined
\nA sinister story
\nOf blood lust and pain
\nA meaningless death
\nSo that a few can gain<\/p>\n
But it is no gain
\nIts a drain on their soul
\nA total intolerance
\nTheir stepped up role
\nAchieving a savagery
\nMalignantly so
\nA venemous mischief
\nThat only can grow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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