We have time and again destroyed what we need in order to survive. Now what? |
-The Resentment Grows- by Keaton Foster We are sure to know The resentment grows Like a tree Wild as a weed Invading space Disrupting time Across the spine Of all human kind Ripping the ground Shattering every sound Causing fools to run Forcing those so brave To pay for their mistakes The God of all creation waits He pleads of damnation And of his holy abomination Confusing at best He then stumbles and says Not quite yet The devil is in the details Such wickedness Needs to be revealed Like a shining light In an impossible storm Survival was never meant Not part of any equation Only an afterthought Only a loosely planned What if? The resentment grows To a head it will go One day before long It will explode Leveling the good word Embracing the absurd Forcing believers to flee Inviting nonbelievers to scream The world will be destroyed Wiped completely clean Leaving nothing in place It will be a shame The saddest of epitaph Will never be written No one to come next will know And if they did They wouldn’t understand Nubile creatures of chance They will fool themselves Into believing that for them That somehow things In time will be different But of course they won’t The resentment grows Like a tree Wild as a weed Invading space Disrupting time Across the spine Of all human kind Ripping the ground Shattering every sound Each time destroying What was never meant to be… The Resentment Grows Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |