Maximum Entropy 2

Wasteland of    
Carcass  
Riding the    
Outskirts...    
Industrial    
Refuge...    
Some sun-filled    
Desert    
Hosting for those    
Grim    
Cabins    
Running    
Down    
Burial eyes like    
Eagles    
Attending to    
Their lamp    
Posts    
As mostly…    
Millet or    
Sorghum    
Bloodlettering    
Heat in hopes of    
Surviving    
Long    
Enough    
To round off    
Distribution.  
 
/society,  metaphor, redistribution of wealth... Man I'm tired of myself/