Twenty six days B.C

Just as the pulsating decendency
Of the devil from the
Remeniscing harps and
Harmonies of heaven...beside
His air-borne fall,symetric antidotes
Of a tranquil world parted to
All six corners of the earth...the other
Two corners formed by defaced spirits and
Uncontrolable heaves from guilty
Consciences of our heavy hearts
And boiling guts of blood-green
Jealousy and veins overflow with
Mutating cells of a rare breed of
Lethal vengeance.

Angelic wings transform into
Bloody feathers of cataclysmic
Anger..
I heard his fall reverberate in the
Center of the great Holocaust,the world
Wars,the cold wars..and then he awoke,
The smell of his breath fused
with the illiscit scent of the
Two of us.

We tried doctrines,principles,enforced
discipline,a form of tentatively
Orchestrated weaponry.We tried gods and kings.
Yet the scent of the fall still accelerates
The speed of the bullet into bruised skull
Of Happiness.