Murderous Sins

Lackadaisical boy send a litany to your savior

While a macabre ghost haunts your vessel

The paucity of corpses scatter your home

Portend a plague upon your soul

Raze the walls of your insanity

And recant the sins you've committed

They saturate your clothes like sweat

With saturnine spirits, you walk your home

Slough the dead off your back!

Repent your sins!

And perhaps God will be merciful...

Living Machine

The gaze of desire is furtive

Garnished in a way that you lust for

An illusory desert created by mankind

Indigent stomachs from moving metal

My inordinate labor is nothing compared to yours

For I can't jettison my rusty parts

How dare metal misanthrope

It is man who gave you pertinacious thoughts

Without man you'd be a picayune item

It was man who gave you raiment

It was man who gave you cover

It was man who birthed you

So why do you have superior thoughts?

The Battle

"It was a game, a simple game."

The jest, as he dances, yells in the streets

He has gone mad you see

From a great battle he witnessed ages ago

Where roques marked castle sides

And nights guarded the front with great chivalry

The king and queen sitting high in thrones

Like Gods watching mere mortals play

I imagined myself still as a knight in battle

Awaiting the horseman to approach me with stealth

And as I stare death in the face I would not weep

Not a sound would escape me for I would be strong

The idea of a heroic battle is all in my greed

I can taste the blood on my lips but the man

The man he is ahead of me and before I can strike I am dead

And my kingdom is destroyed

The chess piece falls from the table and his final words for me

"Check mate."