I thinks this is somewhere in between being about the mechanical nature of human existence (Ave Homo Mechanicus!) and just pure insanity...
a million flies marching
devour, delay
prioritize
the droids of the dark are recharching
in our decay
we analyse
the past
the pain
the suffering
the stench of the dead
and the blood we have shed
the rest I won't find in a coffin or bed
by the look in your eyes
could I still recognize
my demon that would let the stricken arise
I am Legion and Dante
dead clown vigilante
a circus on fire
with pure mad desire
but now I am ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
I walk on, and rust
infernal
eternal
a storm that won't stop blowing
across a mountain that won't stop growing
ever higher, trying to pierce the neverending dark
always waiting for that little spark
for a reignition that will never come
there is nothing left to do
but I am not done
Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2008-02-16 at 15:45
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Rise, fall, die, repeat
a million flies marching
devour, delay
prioritize
the droids of the dark are recharching
in our decay
we analyse
the past
the pain
the suffering
the stench of the dead
and the blood we have shed
the rest I won't find in a coffin or bed
by the look in your eyes
could I still recognize
my demon that would let the stricken arise
I am Legion and Dante
dead clown vigilante
a circus on fire
with pure mad desire
but now I am ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
I walk on, and rust
infernal
eternal
a storm that won't stop blowing
across a mountain that won't stop growing
ever higher, trying to pierce the neverending dark
always waiting for that little spark
for a reignition that will never come
there is nothing left to do
but I am not done
Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 756 times
Written on 2008-02-16 at 15:45
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