In The Abstract All Is Fine - Poem by Katie Morningstar
What do you want me to say?
That I blessed the sacred act of murder?
That for you last garden?
You planted a seed of satanic curd?
Milk of the mother, voice of damned,
Seed of the devil, cry of the lamb?
Gentle soul of old, brainwashed and waybound
What kind of intrinsic fate have you found?
Whatdid embers do to you, thy slow to anger, due to due,
Eye for an eye, blood for blood,
Forever tracked in, karmic-spit blood.
Last eve of a man, that no one acknowledged...
Yet all of us honor, fall foliage by foliage.
Peace unto you, dream of the American slave,
Cheers to money, riches, and sleep in the grave...
**From nightmares... the man has found no comfort in the grave.
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