Adsorption To Disaster Poem by Blake Val Noir

the cold ground,
of which upon I lay,
let surge the sound,
and release the prey,

sincerity dictates,
the path of Osiris,
the body relates,
use death to tie-this,

gonadotropic demise,
as fate stepped in,
give light to cats eyes,
and forgive the sin,

lost in revelry,
no rules to follow,
let loose this devilry,
and peace will wallow,

spiritualists realism,
and egotistical dreams,
what comes after schism,
and breaks the seams?

the futures burden,
is today's delight,
for I am certain,
it will come back and bite,

selfish use without thought,
is sharing now a crime?
education not being taught,
will the apocalypse be on time?

the end of a misery,
opens the birth of purity,
encased in history,
level out obscurity,

for then a blank canvas,
on which to write,
and men will then have this,
to make all things right.