Power surge

A Poem by darkabyss

Simplistic time of refreshment and piece on The Fringe of panic with the basic shove into Oblivion to kick-start The Madness of War, conflict of self so absorbed in the state of malice it drips with a vicious hate Arbor by jealousy and greed and deep-rooted to the soul of Dead Presidents thrown it all the problems of a wasted youth in unimpressed with the effect of a jovial disgruntled wig and gavel destroying lives on a whim not caring the mass effect of the decisions made with paper and pen. The people's voice downsize to a complete and utterly useless Soundwave floating through attention field atmosphere burnt up on the wings of innovation and exploration bring on the dormant of a new frontier exciting and exploited to the profit mongers of an apple vs. Windows age to be driven on by the taste of popularity and stardom comma to which life should be frowned upon but to a pinpoint predictability of jock vs. Nerd on the highway of growth, eventually the borders and blowed on reality of brains over bronze to be studied and enhanced whether in the Coliseum or the high-rise. The future is a black page to be written by overachieving stuck-up f*** bags one goal inside power to control misery to The peons Who Run The Machine of the daily fabric that the World Turns, the higher up the ladder the more gruesome the monster, to underestimate the ego of the little guy giving the magnifying glass over the rest of the ants how many Will burn to appease his Appetite what a devastating outcome to Scurry around corpses and shattered Souls who can be charged with the reproach when all seek the throne and none will stop until crown for a life of violence to be handled like a hot iron poker being jabbed into the spine of the world to a total collapse of Wonder and enjoyment to still draw breath and only in executioner can bring a smile along with an end a sadness to sweep the human race brought on by negligence