Posted by Faeo 'Lyre' Clive on
From where the sky rains stones
and its zenith with polluted rays.
Where the Earth feeds on bones
and occupiers in blood-bathed bays.
Where palms clap for turpitude
and toils and sweats to deadlock.
Itches upon pacifists in rectitude
and dearth birthed upon each luck.
Where hearts are highly drained
and only fair colours are granted.
Where this Heaven is gained,
pockets and heights are branded.
Into which tongues are thorns
is the exact world I took to.
Souls like combative horns
unto wiles, glories based unto.
Where riches are the only progress
and Introspects in qualm
are stalked by villains in finesse
hunted at ease and balmed.
I wholly belong to a world
where this sky is controlled
Easements and solace_by board
Its creatures and possessions owned.
Fitness, measured by weapons
Rewards paid and rewarders bribed.
Abilities on muscles, not upon.
Where nemesis are escaped
and scapegoats at prevalence.
Where life span is exchanged
and a rapid embrace of resilience.
Am of where sadism orders the nights,
and withered runnet people's easements.
Where victims are snipped only of sights
and thick-skinned, flairs be endowments.