A Book That Has Lost It's Cover

      The making of two...The splitting of one. Gains of grandeur, poignant pain, evoking keen sense of sadness, regret, broken heart & loss...Choking on broken promises of dreams pasted. Prisoner of shattered memories entrapped in mind. Over thinking & blame, the pointing dirty finger a coward of tattle, unraveling of oneself. Ruins of rumble, a casualty on a battlefield, a love war zone of one's heart & soul. Macabre, plan played, a deceitful misleading of truths veil from the mouths who uttered such words. Living daily, there moral code of practice. Novice is the ignorance role push upon the victim played. Untutored from such unimaginable heights of twisted paths they would route to get their way. Callous behavior, empathy for none, a narcissism leading role meant for one. Cold as hard steel,  a bulldozer of pure destruction & malice. A domino's effort, the end result they all come crashing down, not one person standing...A hangman's hanging...A  death of ending...
           A voyeur of vultures...A blenders of shouting roars and evil cheers, of the weak going down. Men of mayhem...Men of sin...the shedding of blood, the wickedness of fight. The shallow of character...The selfiness within...The greed of growth, of being powerful number one. Worshipping to a piece of paper, praying like it's magical GOD. But in the end, a strike from a wood match...God of FIRE swallows all. Echoing, fading footsteps, following a malevolent uproar of sinister laughter Saton winks & walks away.