A phantasmagoric commotion
echoing through the streets of the South
in the halls of past rulers
floating northward to the ears of the Great General.

“We grow on your fear; it feeds our hungry people.”
So says the One seeking obliteration
and the coming conquest of his People
which will encompass all the world.

But no - we will not trifle ourselves
with the fidgeting of the neutrons
The heart of an innocent building block
and the soul of an apocalyptic global hurricane.

Some Unpleasantries are better left untouched.

A phantasmagoric commotion
echoing through the streets of the South
in the halls of past rulers
floats northward to the ears of the firstborn son.

“We grow on your fear; it satiates our dire hunger.”
So says the one seeking warfare
and the coming age of his people
which will deflower all the world.

But no-–we will not trifle ourselves
with the fidgeting of the neutrons -
the heart of an innocent building block
and the soul of a premature apocalypse.

Some unpleasantries are better left untouched.

A phantasmagoric commotion
echoing through the streets of the South
in the halls of past rulers
floats northward to the ears of the firstborn son (Stroke, stroke).

“We grow on your fear; it satiates our dire hunger.”
So says the one seeking brutality
and the coming age of his people
which will deflower all the world.

But no-–we will not trifle ourselves
with the fidgeting of the neutrons -
the heart of an innocent building block
and the soul of a premature apocalypse.

Some unpleasantries are better left untouched.