Thou View Of A Burning City
Fiery spires raised to pierce the veil of hermetic,
nourishing night.
Concrete standards to proclaim the tyranny of industry's
might.
The heralds that announce the imminence of cancerous
disease, unending plague.
Nauseous.
The bodies piled high.
Maggots rule and birth swarms of flies.
The black cloud descends.
And gold is all.
And we welcome thee with open arms, with blinded eyes.
Hail, our corporate overlords.
Hail, self destructive greed.
Hail, our burial grounds.
