Mori

Burn the witches. Hang the mutts. Let us continue the hunt.

The all seeing eye peers through a dirty lens smudged with fingerprints of the ten.

With every flicker, with every flash, we, the photographers, continue to clash.

We close our eyes as the movie begins haunted by the ghost within.

We dont run our lives, we simply run.

Chasing pleasure, chasing love.

As the particles compact beneathe our feet.

Even with our mouths tightly sealed those same particles we shall eat.

Burn the Gods. Hang the Devil.
None of it will cease the human peril.