Nightmare Inner Vision

Dark birds gather at my grave Trying to unearth the remains of my defeat; The hills bleed with disease, No one will survive; All the dreamless eyes Are cold pools of cruelty That plot brotherly demise, And everyone collects Battlefield coins From the disrespected dead. Ministers of the perverse Pay allegiance to pornographic plans To destroy innocence and decency, Create a serfdom of the damned! Even flowers innocently placed In young girls’ hair, Turn into razor blades Slitting the wrists of love. Human beings will become Biblically desperate and vicious Until there is nothing left But rocks and stony crags Too frightened to cover this species.