Empire

 
 
 
Standing askew as the inexorable boot commands.
Squeezing out gems, polished and pure.
Paid in bread and circuses.
Bathed in raw privilege ambitions:
ravaging, raping at will
drinking to blood lust’s
ecstatic thrill.
Casting out doubt that promised reward
be assured.
Cold, this world.
Shadow sans Sun.
Listless lap at sparkling carbonation.
Sinking below matter and form
into terror tales.
Battering warmth from smoldering coals.
As tomorrow continues today
dissolving heart
bleeds sharp diamonds bereft of wisdom.
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