Extinct

Terminate the land burn
the urn is waiting I spurn
a few things to try to get
my own mind to try turn.

Oil riches of the land spill
the simple real fields drilled
and the rape of nature feels
like man likes it all killed.

Take our lives Lord love me
and the grass and the trees
make them bend burn knees
I’ll fall to in a simple breeze.

The breeze lights up to fuel
the embers and life is cruel
to the smart man and the fool
who try to make sense duel.

Blood soaks the fields where
the free run free and life reigns.
Make the sun blow up it will
but even now blood it rains.Β 

Spat the turn on the floor I’ll
reject this effect and denial
of life and all of its cruel trials
that fall upon Christ’s own mile.

The deserts flow with crude
while all the little children rude
eat the fruit of labor and food;
fill fat bellys and wallets lewd.

Take this capture of my mind
design the rhyme I use to find
the keep sakes of innocent love
it is gone never to return mine.

My hope floats with the billows
and the love falls softly pillows
rest my head and I dread the red
vessels in my veins they flow.

To bed all is dead and I sleep
for the Lord my soul to keep.
Next time I’m on the edge of sanity
I will jump I swear I will leap.

3 Comments Add yours

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you very much Glitzy! 😊 πŸ–€πŸ’œπŸ–€πŸ’œ

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      1. πŸ’™πŸ’œπŸ’™πŸ’œ

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