savage lands

savage lands

fierce and angry gods
walk the streets
of the new sodom
their hallow eyes
surveying their creation
with cool disdain

~*~

with razor smiles
they walk among the living
meting out their
own perverted sense
of justice
a poor man's
right by might

~*~

it is the pack mentality
that ever prevails
nature twisted
rung out
a blood soaked cloth
staining the ground
in shades of scarlet

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it is hunger
without conscience
or consequence
an empty act
of self indulgence
that leaves nothing in its wake
but bones
picked clean of any substance
discarded
one more piece of refuse
that clutters these paths we walk

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there are but two choices
either you play the game
or walk on by
in a passive stupor
head hung low
eyes on the ground
in a pose of surrender
without ever having
joined the good fight
without ever having lived at all

~*~

life is the jungle
where survival of the ruthless
is the name of the game
a killing grounds for the faint
and weak of heart
where virtue is measured
not by grace
but by blood stained hands
still wet and dripping
with the life
of their latest victim

~*~

close your ears
if you must
shut your eyes
if you can
scratch out one more day
in seperation
and ultimately denial
but make no mistake
ignorance is not an excuse
supplication by acceptance
comes with shakles
where one size fits all

~*~

here in this wicked garden
doom is a lion
that follows a master
on a pale horse
let those with eyes see
and those with ears hear
we are living on savage land
and here
the wolf is always
at the door......