I Want for a While to Drip Cold Honesty in Your Ears.

Cold and clean, clinical, “and his name is The End of Days” said the priest.
        “At least he wasn’t born deceased”-
        “Like the last”

Clips and phrases filtered and bent by reality.
        At least leash the beast high on brutality-
        Isn’t life a blast?

Ere our life and yours, and all these stores, before us all!
        Even before man metaphorically could crawl-
        All things gone so fast

Because the mad man frowns with his collar so tight and his book so bloody its black-
        And his words so holy as to make grown men crack.
        Even your own countless sins surpassed.

Watch closely as the seas boil and life returns to their steaming embrace,
        the world left quiet and gray, maybe
        even so I won’t believe in god “just in case”.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.