Awake in the time of martyrs.
Everyday there is a new battle. New lies from old tongues.
At the end I stand heaped in bile, spittle with the reeking stench of bubble-gum.
I push through the thudding weight of the powerless egos of the soul-less mob brandishing rusted knives of deceit.
Days of now, new foes have crept of out the shadows of their muddied faces only to show their true bestial visage. Worms. Pustulous speeches and rants gurgle from their diseased maw only to sting my ears like the flies from their backs.
Clamoring for attention and recognition I stand aside from their loping gait - awaiting the true circus of calamities and vanity.
May you all join in me in their fall for it is a long way down.
It is all I can do.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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