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upon the border
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i would i could live in those years upon the very border between the daylight and the dark within the stillness and the stark unhappy crying world soon crushed into a new disorder between the peace and world war three before the dying day to be at the beginning of the end of human history the next new night-age falling fast is making light of all woes past rhyming-less reason-lost raging-est uncivilized-ation is daying and dawning and rising and swanning upon an earth full bloodly soaked already wars and crimes ago oh God, from Thine own plan deliver me but wait now! -not too soon, i wish to see the resolution of the Play the dissolution of To-day the crack of Nevermore i would i could command that angel of destruction one sent to visit God's just wrath upon the earth (how often punishment precedes unsought salvation and lack of justice plays midwife to terror's birth) i'd send destruction down upon:
liars and leeches … and lawyers and vampire bats drug dealers, viruses, … nuclear scientists robbers and termites and … television evangelists self-important politicians, vile plague-infested vermin, mafioso-parasites insurance salesmen of the year, bugs that fly into your ear, unrepentant telemarketers tight-lipped nuns that whack your knuckles, cocaine addicts with babies a-suckle worms that live in cancers that fester, rapists, perverts and child-molesters killers killing one another tyrants torturing their brothers crocodiles that eat their young give them a dose of self-made hell and turn their crimes upon their selves but what of innocents and infants? chaste and pure the children praying caught amidst the maelstrom churning are these to suffer with the rest? purity put to insane test in fires fueled by selfishness. by Ronald L Conte Jr |
© Copyright 1995 by Ronald L Conte Jr