Oxygen Waste Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Oxygen Waste



breeding violence unrevoking

embers blaze to the flames you’re stoking

preaching the choir’s gospel

words turning bleak gray and dull

tighten the tourniquet needles dry

another dose to get the masses by

verses turn to visions at these hands

so tenderly fallen from grace is man

bring down heaven’s final judgement

rain down fire and blood shall ferment

the lasts day of hell are upon us

seven deaths each suffer we must

these words are spoken, written by death

keep praying to god, waste your last breath.

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