Slayer

Contemplation,
Jacket in a chamber,
Thoughts fly like smoke,
In a whipping wind.

The smell of gunpowder,
Fresh on your hands.
Still there is no forgiveness,
In this dying land.

It’s really taking a toll on me,
To see this pass so silently.
The phases of the moon,
Echoing the passes of heart.

Still this silence blares,
Muting our conversation.
Jamming our vocal frequencies,
I’ll never forget the meaning,
Of common decency.

Burning in the downpour of rain,
Two days have never been the same.
Simplicity has gone out the window,
And my mind flew with the crows.

Standing in the death,
Of the winter stricken trees,
I forget the peace,
That the spring time brings.

To see a tree,
Barren with despair,
Reminds me,
Of the motivation to care.

While the green grass grows,
Hunger strikes our greatest foes,
As we forget our enemies,
and fall ill to this disease.

Our stricken luck,
Has no place for fate.
While we wait for the day,
We will see the pearly gate.

Blaring a trumpet,
Of man’s ultimate demise,
I stand with my rifle,
Aiming at the sunrise.

Slayer

Linc Brown

Kimball, United States

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