Tuesday, January 13, 2009

From Torment

We who move

Unaided;

Who rip to shreds

All emotion -

Aside from torment -

We shall overcome.


The Cynic,

The Skeptic,

The Sneerer,

The Critic.


The world shall be ours.

Your happiness is no match

For our disgust,

Our distaste.


We will pull beauty,

Bloodied and screaming,

From the hideous face of truth.


We will force you to stare

Directly into horrible reality that surrounds us.


Your smile will melt,

And you will see truth;

And you too will toil

Side by side

With us

To see this mess as beautiful.

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