The Resenment Grows

-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.