RAGE AND HATE AND DEATH
such massive bursts of rage
as fields collide
frames in conflict
disjoint realities
spiraling through time
madness laid hidden
beneath this chaos
the cloaking insane haze
our intents are scrambled
pixilated into void
the hours, days, weeks, and months
swirl into undifferentiated grey
we can not filter or array
and yet demands flood in
from the evil outer world
of corruption and decay
we drift down
to unsettling dooms
these seek to kill us
we stare at death
and almost welcome
that last release
yet hatred drives us
to seek revenge
if only blame
could be handed out
like presents
tarring the guilty
with unwashable stains
if only that mark
could be burned
upon their brows
gladly would I go to death
if by my dying
all these systems would be damned
and all those beings
cast down to hells
more violent than my own
much darker than the pit
which masquerades as life
- Brendan Tripp
12/28/2001
Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp
