Anti...

A black orbit of reduced thoughts forming a theory
To be lost in the 'second' of things
An urge to unfold
And pleasing they prove to be
As they complete a journey well travelled
A sarcastic view
A maze of horror
Herein we gracefully subside
May they come to us in their downfall

A strength which appears and disappears
A will that's bold
Mannered, but anti

They're hid well under
A closing eye that may see through
A name, none of the rotten deserve
Bathing in their bleeky blackness
A hatred not to comprehend
It layers itself
And gives you full debate
Of the progress that wields
Through those 'blessed souls'

A hate that appears and keeps reappearing
For the thought that bled not a second
Tempered, unlikely casual and anti

Their will, not to be heard
So bluntly they dismiss
It was free, it was given
Could they not absolve the 'second'?
Morbidly crucified and anti
Giving destruction a point to erase.

Written 22-10-2003