I’ll gladly watch this world burn up in flames and turn to dust.
I’ll gladly see myself heat up, liquidize, then evaporate.
I’d gladly watch the rising mushroom clouds than turn away.
I’d hardly look to live another day, any other way.
I’d love a war between the worlds.
world against another,
worlds against each other, a world war.
Yet, I’d yearn to see the gloom the day after.
And, I’d learn to feel all over again, come under.
I’m content, guessed right, contempt.
emptied, like this mind of torment.
like the right for dormant
Amen, may men see the light
in the right light
right before my evil ordain.
So then, I may find the right night in the might
of the very moments that light bright rite, right?
no, let’s write right, as they say
there’s no right right, right?
The world dies, I go after.
The time flies, I’m no faster.
I’m a master, of a disguised altar.
Come what may, I’m no saint, Hell-crafter.
Pseudo, ultimately is a good bastard.
Assume he’s the last, can’t muster.
Ey yo mister, give me a jagermeister!
For all I know, it could be the last cannister.
I’ve dotted the eyes and crossed the tease.
I’ve dotted the ends and divided the middles.
I’ve blotted the eyes and crossed the tease.
I’ve blotted the ends and divided them from the middle.
It’s the last day, judgment’s on the way.
gone are the grudges, budget’s due today.
Shoes seem too tight? Leave them be.
For all ’tis too right mostly for me.
© 2017 Pamuditha Zen Anjana