A tricky poem about life and our coming death. |
-Kingdom Come- by Keaton Foster ** Image ID #1917228 Unavailable ** Kingdom come Upon a pale horse Rides every definable end There is nowhere to shelter Facing what is meant to be Our beautiful flaw made quite perfect Imparted by the maligned hands of our creator A sadomasochist being with something to prove Our safety has always been an illusion An affordable deviation from the truth Lying, for a time, a survivable institution But like everything else in our existence A time to pay will present itself We will fight to avoid the unavoidable Ridiculous is all that we intend Ludacris is the game that we are playing Every rule has been written against us Every player but us has a significant chance Existence, like a tongue lashing from a dog In a barren parking lot of irrational dreams Heavy petting always goes nowhere quick What we are, a survivable transcendence Built upon a soluble foundation Absolution is the king of every castle Every human’s fate is twisted Like a severely crooked spine In the body of an innocent child Always sad and very much true Kingdom come Such an idea cannot be undone Such an end is more of a God Than any deity of choice or decision We will all face the silent band That plays every song in perfect key Death, a justifiable way to end What was just as quick to begin Kingdom come Nothing more than fate Nothing less than everything Life, always the boundary between… Kingdom Come Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |