visions

justice

to pacific_, for his AMAZING abilities.

stars, and stripes.
painted halfway across your eyes.
why can't anyone,
     anyone else
     see the world via
     unparalleled
     clarity.

woe, and hope.
chained are we in this mad-capped
revival of the ages of
doom, death:
     suppresed truth
     and the power of
     words shalt be
     lost.

black, and white, and red,
all over. keep painting
those lies across the lids
of your bashful innocent eyes;
and keep force-feeding
yourself
the poison
that we all touch
that runs through the blood of
humanity.