pearly Heaven opens its gilded gates to the willing
Come One, Come All!
to the Great Centrifuge, an ever hastening
decomposition of tongues,
grasping hands, endless polyrhythmatic disintegration
a perpetual festival of atomic sludge, broken down and
reconstituted into printer paper posters
and wall murals and wavering voices, and
a towering white wall stretching into the abyss of time
and space.
to the moon and back again — a picture-perfect
smile plastered across a drawn and quartered universe
in living entropy。
Death waits in his pale hood.
charred bones, burned to shadows, escorting the poor souls to his chamber.
Steel, shining with fresh oil, gripped in skeletal fingers of pitch
and tar.
Three hundred million souls screaming at that gnarled old crone of a statue.
the freedom to Make You My Bitch
the right to crush your spine under my feet
to rip your skull out and make it my Blood Guzzling Cup™️
Echoes seep like blood out of a bottomless pit, a forgotten burial mound;
the void, laughing up at us.
Suckers.
Irony Poison 