Daredevil - 2011/06/23

The dust fills our mouths
Past a wind whipping ears
Babies scream pure murder
Forever drowning in tears
Around the very next bend
Lies a mad opaque unknown
In which I feed on scraps
Dismissed from the throne

The taste of metal stings
Causing our gums to bleed
Yet it is unfamiliar pain
That plants a strong seed
Arms of the masses raised
Each tumbling with a thud
Even as I secretly aspire
To ingest the great flood

The fear has simply faded
Forcing my senses to perk
Allowing me to appreciate
A future I once did shirk
Alone I anticipate a fall
For provocation it brings
As is this not the savior
Of which every idol sings

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