A Battle For Turf

A Sci-fi

A Battle for Turf

Living on toxic exhaustion, colored behind a killer’s instinct.  From conception to birth;    life unfolds over the requiem encounter when one becomes a trillion: hunting a hunter.

It is a survival game, where many are killed and brought to defeat at the legion’s victory

Journey of life, a dangerous place marching on.  After the clash never to forget the crash blood on the mass.  This distance from hand to mouth, many miles wages a whisper rages.

Onward, final frontier, next millennium artificial silence: sweeps onto its focal point,

with drones in the shadows; between worlds

where fair game circular as our way: in heat-seeking missiles under satellites stealing time such meanies with dark frequencies, twisted

mechanic puppet driven between parallel forces in the shattering of things; life is life.

So we never think twice, about virtual freedom.

Slowly dissolve, when it hurts to remember out

of the sourcebook. Into nowhere, a departure from within a killing machine beyond attachment; mindscape once a nurse, now disperse to trod patrol; in the jaws of life

Kill shot when the body grind out: beneath kill first paint the blood later, becomes a ghost loop; you kiss tomorrow goodbye with the Apache code, collective reality heavenly footsteps traveling half light fast forward; faceless dark angelic humanoid in a constant

State of subtle genocide effect.

War tool chess

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one is filled with so many varying images that I am unable to interpret it. There are a number of passages that suggest abortion might be the topic, but I wouldn't swear to it.

[alexAlexander]

Thanks for taking the time to read it. I will leave the interpretation to you. That was my point in putting various images. As an attempt at metaphor.