it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...

Let it burn Let the entire world obliterate With every course, crass and fallacy You have thrown at me I will rejoice in the destruction That is, you. On the wings of innocent white doves You are the soot that stains the feather No matter what is...

Take the moneyits made of greenno need for water  it'll burn you clean  food in the blessing boxblistering screamorphans and widowstake your moneyholding out their handsfor the mold on the government cheesecash my farm check subsidystill who picks that...

The blade becomes implausible to survivalsharpened against time's compressionmixed with dust and sorrowswaiting on my lust to seepthis blood shed at your doorsteptip of the bladetill it's deep insidebite my lip until you taste itthen leave me here to...

The MightyLooking down on the river            watching the current flow by            as though time had stopped                she didn't know why      ...