Escalation

[pudmuddle]

The man on the corner
sells lies and empty dreams
in small packages
Business is good
Men in bloodstained white
steal the future of innocence
Death always pays
and the first man smiles tolerance
while his minions mock the righteous
The caudron bubbles and boils
to distant laughter
and you awake
to the smell of sulpher
That mocking laughter
in the corner of your soul
is louder now
and the hand wrapped 'round your throat
tightens
Believe me
Food and mammon
won't be enough this time
and all your weapons won't save you
but garments of white
have been made ready
So get on your knees
and put them on

 

[Chapter2]

That is awesome! That is honestly some of the best poetry I've ever heard. (I read both of your recent poems). I wish I could write like that. That's one of my favorite styles of poetry. (okay it sounds like I'm just trying to make you happy, but really, that is some awesome poetry.) Keep it up.

-Michael