Atmosphere

Atmosphere

but the hate lingers, smell it… breathe
grins are deception, don’t believe
behind glass eyes the chaos breeds,
the violent thoughts that chaos needs

Anti-peace. while hard-seed sleeps
Anti-Brother, Sister, Father, and Mother weeps.
Know the name of those you hate.
Know the name of those you hate.

Realize (real-lies?) within where you exist…
Breathe, Breathe… Persist.

See what you’ve done?
What war have you won?

Total. Natural order. Chaos reigns.
No inhibition, indulge your pains…
Utopian sight by blind man’s eye.
The hard-seed cringes and hides from the sky.

–Chvad SB

Copyright 1996 Chvad SB. All Rights Reserved.

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