There's a glitch
in the code
a silent scream
a static load
the matrix's failing
empire's flailing
no king worthy
of the throne
the war machine
keeps its focus
looking for air
to hold on to
looking for air
to breathe
drowning like rats
escaping Babylon
while:
hollow seed die
searching for the wind
pieces of broken souls
scattered
shattered
petrified . .
no one's left
to bury the dead
can't trust fate to faith
desperation feels like hope
salvation hanging
at the end of a rope
worn and frayed
then someone said:
L E A P . !
and the net will appear
like fools we listen
obeying without question
praying for rain
then vexed
when wet
yet knowing . .
you can't make
Chicken Salad
From
C h i c k e n S h i t . . !
© mingoáo