Canvas of Catastrophe
An outcast portait of society,
public opinion timidly restrained.
Descriptive world of psychotic anarchy,
borderline genius, brilliantly insane.
Artificial imagined ancient discovery,
sacrificed human, silenced little lamb.
Red drifted mist thick as thieves,
King of the Dead, Queen of the Damned.
Perfect people dancing with puppet strings,
a choreographed movement of the masses.
The artists painted canvas of catastrophe,
dead people buried below green grasses.
Genetic DNA coded re-structuring,
designer drugs euphoric state of mind.
Left to watch earth fight its catastrophe,
in front row seats atop of cloud nine...

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Wow...this piece was really different, had me zoomed in a thinking as I read it. Excellent write.
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The best read of the day
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Deep... resonates deep. Great read.
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