Carving ruin in the faces of Gods.
Collectively we are little more than frauds.
Siphoning off all that we can muster.
Quicker we develop the faster we fall.
Dial selection stuck on the extreme.
Hellbent on destroying each new dream.
When will we learn anything?
Bloodletting innocents for a cure.
Last thing we can be labelled is demure.
Wronging rights as if its a need.
Everything we touch is consumed by greed.
Our actions are like a poisoned chalice.
Replacing peace with mountains of malice.
Can we change our trajectory?
Decomposing from bottom and top.
Realistically how much longer have we got?
Crosshairs ready for mass elimination.
Irrespective of how we’ve been living.
Buzzards circle ready for their feast.
Pathways that dead-end at being deceased.
Do you taste squandered opportunity?
All eyes blind in this dominion of being.
Lies that demise is somehow freeing.
As sickness infests every rung of the ladder.
It will be far too late when we feel the shudder.
Of devastations embrace swooping down on fire blackened wings.
