Prophecy for a Dead Man
By Revolting Theatre
Miracles rarely occur among the weeping and the lost.
Railroad tracks
thunder in the distance as my long walk comes to its purpose.
6 days I've watched you,
Smiling on cigars and laughing over fermented
fruit.
Waltzing about like it's a wedding and your the father of the
bride.
You reek of pride and unchecked power.
The dressing
of a fool's salad.
Sizing up the world without even a second glance...as
if we don't even deserve it.
And that is your crime.
The
rolling wheels of gossip travel far on the smooth streets of Joplin,
And my ears are large.
My spoils are of information,
My
degree is in "one-step ahead",
My absolute is sound and solid and
my arms stretch forever and more.
Such a disciplined fighter,
Such a strong poker face!
But my eyes are on everything's shoulder...
And you're Mr. Cellophane now.
The fear in you may be under hoards
of Kevlar,
But I cut deeper than bullets and spray wider than the
ocean.
There is nowhere you can hide.
Chipping away like
a master artist with his statue,
I can break you on a whim.
I
know who you love,
And I know you hates you.
So it ends
in three sunrises.
The smirking amongst your friends only a table
away,
The passive evil of your inner circle,
And everything you've
worked so hard to fake comes crumbling down in three days.
So
fuck you...and the horse you rode in on.
Comments on "Prophecy for a Dead Man"
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On Tuesday, April 9, 2013, aquiouss
(21) wrote:
great writing
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On Tuesday, April 6, 2010, Saint Sentient
(16) wrote:
such malice. such hatred. such great writing.
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A former member wrote:
A sheathed sword, you can sense the danger. But you never see it coming until it's drawn. -x-
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A former member wrote:
one word...wow..
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On Wednesday, March 24, 2010, Meadowhawk
(160) wrote:
Intense and well written. An enjoyable read.
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A former member wrote:
I love the tone to this...calm and calculating yet raging like fire beneath your words.