Welcome to the Holocene Eschaton
Tripping from the vapors, the blood is
running cold
Reptilian mind seeking after the divine.
Wrathful at the ends of it's age
Green-eyed and with scaled skin
Blind like justice
Stalking with a hatred of its own
mammal's flesh
To those fires engulfing man! To the
funeral pyre.
This sixth great extinction will end
itself.
Lucid, a moment of clarity.
Tattooed on the doomed are the deeds on
their hearts
Brahma assigns the parts
The Deeds are sold.
As are all the treasures of old
To see the beast as a kindred dragon
In the caverns
With the shadow of the Buddha still shown
on atop a pile of human bones
Here Mohammed as pressed and the Dijal
waits....
The Oracle bones are thrown
Lacking and nonsensical are the world of
fate
Seeking Delphi to ask
“What can god do that he hasn't?”
A nightmare
Broken dreams and dead loves
Rent attachments
Faceless and with the forgotten
who have Iost the will
To ride the carousel
All I see is the same blur
In my heart nothing stirs
Incense only covers the stink
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