Villainy is the pitch black nothing.
A dark I inhale yet cannot fathom,
like smoke but not.
The 89-passenger Greyhound railing me over
come dawn
drowsy grasp for conscious thought
Elicits
drowning gasp in conscious thought
Every decibel of human hurt?
Green shape-shifting into a pitch black nothing
up the west coast?
(The empty din of a silent massacre)
A howling out from Russian bondage?
What noiseless cry on your bedroom floor?
This too is villainy
The Way He Does Not Love Me pulls the trigger
The Arctic Melt euthanasia
not one creature soul demanded
We are encircled entirely by enemies;
just look at how the millennia snarl aloud,
licking our ears wet with blood
Light-ning strikes in the sixth hour (dawn come)
Death too is a dying breed
Her demise trembles restless with fear
About: the whole entire earth is crying out
1 Corinthians 15:26- The last enemy, death, is to be brought to nothing
