we

wary of the wasted world, where are we in this? the flags on distant winds unfurl, as hope above abyss, i lose a day just breathing you, for me you are as air, scratch the face we've come unto, what went wrong and where? to mark the time amid such rain, i didn't feel the ebb, from early judgement let's refrain, not lose it in the web, an army flows in fields at night, as blight comes unto sun, and children waking without sight, from perspective future shunned, wayward went away again, just can't help failing still, like wind and earth and crimson rain, it's we who represent the hill, and more that we must climb...

stew

the distant streets 

define the day

with these replete

directionless ways

breathing in this war 

the flowers it begets

as hollow at the door

would we could forget

i cut my heart 

to flee the room

two worlds apart

ai fervent womb

the pomp and sanctimony

fuck your calls to ties

wreaks e'er as disharmony 

ribboned in your lies

impressed were you?

with all our aerial might

insipid slow-burn stew

then later hell ignites

the game is not desired

by any reasoned state actor

in circles we are mired

repeating now what came before