Toward Megiddo

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A surface with no edge
Unreturned calls
Fell in night-water
Continue to fall

Dust wraps around
Busy feet
Help me, comrade
Don’t let me turn around

Toxins cloud
The lightbulb’s dead
Like writhing with a locked mouth and sweaty hair

Can you see death
Dancing periodically
Full-stop.

Low, we’re coming
Floating on ends
Our own eyes stabbed
View nothing.

Above with clouds
Now descend
Look at truth
Her eyes are lead

Now think about the end…

God damn
Fall in step, comrade
This is now our work.
Stubborn system’s gone and left us for dead.

If they can’t profit they won’t do it
So we’re marooned in our homes
And they couldn’t care less.

Perdition will arrive sooner than expected
Closer to the bottom and the pressure is prophetic

Keep moving.
I know I’ve said it before.
We’re midwives for change,
We conceive in conversation,

Now speak.
Talk to each other before it ends.

• General Specific

  by Justin

  Posted Jun 16, 2008
  +10
  You paint a really melancholy scene with your words. Reading this was like listening to a soldier's stream of thought as he is right out there in the front line trying to survive. The chaos created within this poem does justice to the impending 'Armageddon' to come. This is actually my favorit... (read more)

• BlueShizz
  Jun 10, 2008
  Nice poem. The second I saw the word "Megiddo" my interest was caught, since it is the supposed location of the "Battle of Armegeddon".
  
  Nicely done!

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