Blood at the roots

Led by fools....

expect nothing but blood
 

No Cure

Humanity,

infected with hubris and pride,

a sickness.....

with no cure
 

A mess

Sally lived a life of turbulence,

a cluttered mess of her making,

a mess that gave her meaning
 

One thing

There is one thing that connects us all

one thing we all understand

one thing that needs no words

one thing the lifts us up when we're down

one thing that touches the soul

one thing all-encompassing in itself
 

Something Else

The end is just another beginning

as we morph into something else
 

Vanishing

Memories wait to be forgotten

fading each and every day

vanishing moments

we pretend happened
 

No winners

Humanity suffers

mass hysteria the norm

programmed self-destruction

no winners in this game