the flowers of ragnarok

 



I'm sick to death of
this existence with
it's preponderance
for damnation of
reason and sanity

I'm tired of birds
soaring through
the air without
a concern or care

I'm annoyed by the
brainless faces of
clouds resting upon
their lofty sky perches

I'm disgusted by stray
dogs and wild deer
shitting on my front
lawn without any
consideration for
personal hygiene

I'm rankled by those
goddamn statues
standing still and
silent, keeping their
thoughts to themselves,
never lifting a finger to help

and now the flowers of
ragnarok grow wild

an unplanned playdate
with death

apocalypse in the mouths
of children

genocide in the eyes of
lady liberty

the devil's hand has
been drawn

snake eyes rolled on
the bones

the halcyon days of
the mortician

best man

best in show

best of luck to
all of us

yeah...

sure