Destructive Reasoning Poem by Alejandro Velez

Little red man 'approach' he yells
you come closer and its hot like hell
you feel 10,000 hands on your ankles
pulling you down under sounds of riot
some come to be familiar faces
your lost, be welcomed by my mazes
fear is peeling up your throat
your sweat your drink it has become
the quest dont blink or lose your soul.

Destruction,
chaos, bleeding, they yelling, you screaming.
Devotion,
to the words of your lie in motion.
Breath cyanide,
cause it looks like you will die...
sooner or later its all... a mayor.. destruction!

It looks like the workshop of fear
the blacksmith thats bringing it near
the fire that extints the truth
incapable of running through your mouth...
fear, fire, never will burn out.
While thats being, some will come up
not thinking how to disarm
the monster they have construct.
the lie theyve proclaimed as you.
come freak let me see the face,
of the demon they felt obligated to create
to keep oir noses out of their working places,
of childrens fears, and blades...
ready to cut the hope of the child...
that believes with blind eyes in you...
I claim the truth...
I claim thy truth...
The truth be proclaimed...
Thy truth i shall get...