Coded Waves

Algebraic transformation strain.
Cancellation of what might be yet to come.
Handful of promise held in refrain.
Positional error slips from that which cannot be undone.

With a heart stuffed with lust.
A head crammed with danger.
Peel back these layers until somebody falters.
Iodine stings from deliverance’s touch.
Soothsayers continue to say too much.

These are not antidotes.
But you might be kings.
Reality is bending with a mixing of things.

Opulent glory fed with old forms.
Fragrant decisions wrenched into shadow.
Here comes those radiation storms.
Sit and barter with what you cannot borrow.

With a heart stuffed with lust.
A head crammed with danger.
Peel back these layers until somebody falters.
Iodine stings from deliverance’s touch.
Soothsayers continue to say too much.

These are new poisons.
Cooked ready to dispel.
As realism is failing with a kill that does fell.

Dread filled heads with spineless goals.
Proprietary statements believed to be gold.
When fascists do speak worlds refuse to spin.
Sick psychopaths obsessed with treason.