04-13-2012, 05:09 AM
v2.1
"Death's tempted"
Tight, violently, shakes the head. Eyes for the doomed
Throat gives a gleeful shriek, half-accidental
Death rubs black bony hands together frantically
It's almost time
Many years Death worked crafting this day
When mankind takes such strange turns on himself
Now cornered, Death in closing reach of his fix
A glorious day for Death.
A suited man in his early 40s, perplexed, Doomed
Now enraged, thrusts a cell phone onto the prestigious office floor,
Turns to the window in ritual like fashion as he sighs:
A long last breath, ended by a sniper
Streets roll and roar evaporating Hatred, who leaps into the sky
For, humanity no hold over its aggressors, Death's tempted
Men with knowledge of law, now infused with Greed: oblige;
Unsealed demon-cracks, history cannot fight
None of those murders in the streets, conflicts in chaos,
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
v1.1
His head shakes feverishly, manically, eyes on the doomed
A gleeful shriek is let out half-accidentally
Death rubs his black bony hands together frantically
It's almost time
For many years had Death worked to craft this day
When mankind would take such strange turns on himself
Now cornered, with Death in the final closing reach of reward
A glorious day for Death.
The doomed is a man his early 40s
Aggravated, thrusts down a cell phone onto the high-rise office floor
Turns to the window in a ritual like fashion as he sighs
A long last breath, ended by a sniper
Death observes a thousand roars of appreciation in the streets;
A great reshuffling of power;
Men with knowledge of law lining up to patch things over;
The world machine rolling one turn
But none of those deaths in the streets, in the ghettoes
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
v1.0 Original
Head rattles inhumanly, manically, eyes on the target
A gleeful shriek is let out half-accidentally
He rubs his hands together frantically
It's almost time
The target is a man his early 40s
Aggravated, thrusts down a cell phone onto the high-rise office floor
Turns to the window in a ritual like fashion as he sighs
A long last breath, ended by the sniper
A thousand roars of appreciation in the streets
A great reshuffling of power
Men with knowledge of law line up to patch things up
History repeats itself, the world rolling one turn
But none of those deaths in the street, in the ghettoes
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
I want to know what this means! But I am trying to be pretty clear
some man of power (common theme) is thrust into depreciation (e.g. Kony)
rioting and prejudice and killing, (common theme)
Death is personified, first you may think the sniper refers to the first verse but that's not so
Death getting his fix, working hard to create such a perfect composition or result that in human terms would be 'beautiful', is what I am playing with
All criticism welcomed & appreciated
"Death's tempted"
Tight, violently, shakes the head. Eyes for the doomed
Throat gives a gleeful shriek, half-accidental
Death rubs black bony hands together frantically
It's almost time
Many years Death worked crafting this day
When mankind takes such strange turns on himself
Now cornered, Death in closing reach of his fix
A glorious day for Death.
A suited man in his early 40s, perplexed, Doomed
Now enraged, thrusts a cell phone onto the prestigious office floor,
Turns to the window in ritual like fashion as he sighs:
A long last breath, ended by a sniper
Streets roll and roar evaporating Hatred, who leaps into the sky
For, humanity no hold over its aggressors, Death's tempted
Men with knowledge of law, now infused with Greed: oblige;
Unsealed demon-cracks, history cannot fight
None of those murders in the streets, conflicts in chaos,
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
v1.1
His head shakes feverishly, manically, eyes on the doomed
A gleeful shriek is let out half-accidentally
Death rubs his black bony hands together frantically
It's almost time
For many years had Death worked to craft this day
When mankind would take such strange turns on himself
Now cornered, with Death in the final closing reach of reward
A glorious day for Death.
The doomed is a man his early 40s
Aggravated, thrusts down a cell phone onto the high-rise office floor
Turns to the window in a ritual like fashion as he sighs
A long last breath, ended by a sniper
Death observes a thousand roars of appreciation in the streets;
A great reshuffling of power;
Men with knowledge of law lining up to patch things over;
The world machine rolling one turn
But none of those deaths in the streets, in the ghettoes
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
v1.0 Original
Head rattles inhumanly, manically, eyes on the target
A gleeful shriek is let out half-accidentally
He rubs his hands together frantically
It's almost time
The target is a man his early 40s
Aggravated, thrusts down a cell phone onto the high-rise office floor
Turns to the window in a ritual like fashion as he sighs
A long last breath, ended by the sniper
A thousand roars of appreciation in the streets
A great reshuffling of power
Men with knowledge of law line up to patch things up
History repeats itself, the world rolling one turn
But none of those deaths in the street, in the ghettoes
None are as sweet as the all-too-ready betrayal of such important men
Death dips his long teeth into his new meat, scrapes the sweetness out
Mankind has been fooled again.
(end)
I want to know what this means! But I am trying to be pretty clear
some man of power (common theme) is thrust into depreciation (e.g. Kony)
rioting and prejudice and killing, (common theme)
Death is personified, first you may think the sniper refers to the first verse but that's not so
Death getting his fix, working hard to create such a perfect composition or result that in human terms would be 'beautiful', is what I am playing with
All criticism welcomed & appreciated