PESTILENCE in Poetry

As the past
Catches up with the future
PESTILENCE is on its way
To murder and decay
The Horsemen have arrived
And they are here to stay
For they don’t care
About your name
Just to take you
To the grave

You gave the Apocalypse
Its name
The past created
What is NOW
As your blood boils
In revenge and hate
Hiding and looking
For the escape
Afraid to finish
An echo of the past
Reincarnated
Into a sick and twisted fate
Just lay back and sedate

The AUTHOR of life
Traps words into a prison
Manifesting a science of isms
As humanity
Divides the prism
Into a secular schism
The dark energy of the soul
Has created its Master
With prophecies
Of a world-ending disaster

And now you think
You can control the play
But you don’t even know
How to escape the grave
So I laugh
At everything you say
And it’s not the first time
The Earth SHOOK
While absorbing all the pain
Chaos is alive
A war of love and hate
As the Earth
Takes a portion
Of what it creates