I stand upon
The stage
And feel the force
Of rage

Complete
With carnal hatred for
The rich and robust
To the core.

As matter separates
It will release
The fire contained to burn and
Never cease.

While relative to all
This simple tool
(To intellectual
And Fosdick Fool)

Of rape so regal all will
Be consumed
Upon the throne of dark and
deadly doom

Concordance with the lettering
So Greek
Is silent degradation
Of the meek

Configured and aligned
To radiate all thrust
Concealed and then confined
Into man's centered bust

The man who stands
And wears the shroud
Of shadow's plan
So pompous proud

Will stand alone
behind the door
His tearful eye now
Bleeding blood and more

The Mid-East went to bed
Then rearranged their names
So no one knew for sure
Just who went up in flames

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/22/2009 08:26PM by easyeverett.