#murderous
from the book “The Last Days of Krypton” by Kevin J. Anderson:
“He didn’t say a word, but he grew coldly, murderously furious.”
Early on in Escape AU, Henry made several trips to the ink-flooded Studio, trying to pull out as many people as he could. For at least one trip, Sammy helped.
…It was the best they could offer. Sammy tries to believe he did right by his flock.
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February 19, 2022
we are placed in our seats
with fanfare without thoughts
we are stagnant bodies in
a cold space, our physical
presence inconsequential
as they continue the killing,
murdering of innocence
listen to their words with
no depth of caring for
others, wealth has their
natural agenda of glutinous
greed to hide behind with pride
the closed minsd, eyes open
but in angry forgetting
trees drenched in warm
light, the wind rustles my
thinning hair, grey strands
show an aging despair
a rooster’s cackling prowess,
serpents slither in high grass
with eyes aware of your fear
you smell delicious, their split,
poisonous tongues move ever
closer to your possible conversion
your fear heightens, your
feet are sore, the hike was
long and arduous the trail
ends on the edge of a deep
abyss, the chimes of a church
resonate through your mind
despairing silence, the valley
floor sits quiet waiting, I walk in
the darkness of my thoughts
spilling outward without a means
of return, we try and shed our
reptilian skin in our changing verse
only to wear a smug look of avarice
to please the masses seeking
what we the wealthy will always
have, power over all humanity,
our inner vice is to take and take
until all is taken from the people
and mother earth is destroyed
for heaven awaits those seeking
a paradise in earth’s deadly
surrender, their human carnage
you have narrowed your perspective,
confined yourself to a life that is
repetitive and without originality
for years you have searched for a
means of power over the cowering
populace but your inner corruption
is now exposed and even propaganda’s
lies will not obstruct their demands
for justice, you sense their anger but
you have a way with words twisted
meanings, your right of passage
now wasted for what you brought
from your father’s wealth was a child’s
selfish demands, which was even a
worse desire for pain and murder, your
time for originality is nonexistent
your false words seek a bargaining
with other lives destroyed through
your gluttony of criminality, you are
not unique, put on a pedestal with
your mouth stuffed with worthless
words, your inner goal has always
been exploitation of the masses for
profit, your imitation of creativity
only for personal gain, your time to
prove yourself is wasted energy
your desire has always been more,
more, more money taken from suffering
human beings and our home, mother earth
enslaved by your ruthless greed over
countries beholden to your money
bribes, you have been bred not
to care for people’s despair, their
poverty you created, your intrinsic
control of our lives, your ego in
brutal mastery over human slave
labor worldwide, we all will die and
your name will be just another man
in darkness sent to where he belongs,
a fiery hell for all the murderous decisions
you made at the expense of all humanity,
it is not a thick skin you need to move
words without meaning
words without content
words slippery acceptance
words natural lies unraveling
your thoughtless reality, your
ability to lie to yourself with
repetitive demands that your life
had meaning at the expense of others,
your pain delivered with vicious intent
your lessening hope now retreats, quiet please
someone new is demanding our attention
