18+ A twisted poem that quite frankly is all over the place, but holds one core truth. |
-An Unwillingness To Try- by Keaton Foster ** Image ID #1916973 Unavailable ** Ruptured Capsules Unholy vessels Carcasses Only death Will become us But for now We are alive Stoically posing Buck naked atrocities Such sexual deviants Not a single orifice will be safe Always impregnated with ideas We labor to ultimately give birth The gestation period Has become far too long Instead of given birth to life We further hemorrhage our beliefs Down upon the alter of humankind Down upon the unclean floor That separates us from our ways And the price that must be paid As soon as we are complete Another comes and does the same A stagnant pool of refuse has formed Further sullying our world And staining our minds Leaving each and every one of us With an unwillingness to again try Our numbers dwindle As our populations expands We have become copies of lesser copies Indistinguishable from the last batch Highly noticeable Unlikely obtainable To those who will come Long after the cycle is done We are the breeders of dead ideas And the dreamers of irrational fears We can’t escape our past Even if we had no hand in it Personal responsibility Has become an afterthought Only if we get caught Do we turn Only if we are to be judged Does concern fill our hearts Other than that It’s pretty much fuck em all And let God sort out the mess Let his will be the way to darkness Let his hand caress the back of our neck After we have done all that we can To make our own happy go lucky mistakes I’m not saying we are punching kittens But we are sure as hell kicking old dogs We are sure they deserve what they are getting Almost as sure as we are that we are not An unwillingness to try There is the downfall of man The crux of our hearts and minds Sure there are those few Those holier than thou Those who will be front row For the greatest show never to come This madness will never be undone But rather shifted in ways That will come to not include us This world is old, and we are young fools God above is eternal, and we are not Our ideas are all that will ever remain But as above mentioned The gene pool has become quite stagnant The process of copies is not gonna cut it Purity is now the rarity And what’s rare does not survive This may of course all sound crazy And aspects of it quite certainly are But the core of the idea Proudly born out of wedlock Shows a willingness to try For how much longer is unclear For what reasons is equally opaque… An Unwillingness To Try Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |