The death knell as the death toll rises , in this nightmare slowly awakening and taking its hold on life
A forty plus year Frankenstein creeps through the markets and ravages our land and the pall and stench of decay filters into our pores and becomes us
And we fight
We fight that which we know is inevitable as the bells ring out for all of us to heel in this hell we made
We made
We made
We made in fucking America
And those who escaped to heaven draw pity on those who stayed
We face this monster this evolution of our own extinction and we abandon hope or compromise for there is no one to save us
Not man
Not god
Not devil or Saint
Panicked breath we grasp onto paper thin freedoms and sentiment
that disintegrate in our palm
It’s death and you’re death and he’s death
And we’re done being dragged along
This horror show grows in size and girth eating our faces and pounding our earth
This new look looks odd on us
this death knell
A masterful piece now so obscene
ringing in a living hell
Like a ghost in the political machine
America, you are but a shell
We have a mouth
We have a voice
And now, finally
It’s time to scream
Knell