The Dead Hour Poem by Ricky Lewis

The Dead Hour



Face to face, race to race, it's time to choose your place
Day to day, night to night pick your side, final fight
Eye to eye, neck and neck, brutalized in a spiritual wreck
Fist to fist, flesh to blight, this whole world is built out of spite

Determined destroy, revolt and deploy
Disfigure the face of mankind
Apocalypse here, destruction is near
This is the hour that we are defined

You’ve sworn and you’ve vowed
You act like you are so! @#$%^& proud
So shut the! @#$ up and get down from that cloud
Bow down in! @#$, beg and pray that I miss
Worship me, ! @#$%^& slime.
Because it can’t get worse than this

Guns to guns, bombs to bombs, bursting in battles resting in your palms
Ill-fated exterminated the blood drains from your veins
Checked into check, trapped into death, enjoy this final breath
Devoted and distorted as inner demons take control of the reigns

Determined destroy, revolt and deploy
Disfigure the face of mankind
Apocalypse here, destruction is near
This is the hour that we are defined

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