The Promise of A Black God

Intimidation seeds desire
Welcoming a subject of a rare and unyielding breed
Obeisant magnolia eyes never hitting the mind's empire
Sardonic shell of locust and disease
Gloat grin stapled under the ears
Crookedly carved lips reveals the words of this fuhrer
Flooding speech leaves his advocates nurtured
There poses delirium in his voice and hatred in his actions
And yet, they follow
His seditionist look off in disgust
This pariah will build an empire, he will construct a nation
For his supporters see God
This is the nauseating hope
Hope of benevolence,
hope of fabulously putrid,
overwhelming and abominable strength within mortality,
within the willingness to die for something believed and admired
Enkindle what was thought be have been smothered so long ago
For they will hackle through populous of waste
There is the vacuous of life
There is the spirit of such soulless words
There is the shorn of humanity
Before the impecunious is gone
Thus, what has been made is left to bleed
To remain scattered in the barren of oblivion
Welcome in the last strays of hope-a black God with red, handed tendencies
Debris of his manipulation-still builds a history of the sanctimonious
Even if the wars leave no one to experience it
This breeds a harmony of silence
A symphony of howling winds and skin bones, lain across the tarmac
With the fall of existence, once can only hope to look down the alley of memoirs as this tide of emptiness in all of its obsidian force promised to give us strength and in the end gave us death

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Wow....this writing shows such strength and character.....Awesome!