Flood Warning

Flood Warning           12/22/2016

This is the night of nines

Eight floors below

As we stroll through

The garden of beasts

In and out the door. 

Sliding in

And sliding down

Closer and closer

To zero. 

Tied up and tied off

The loose ends

Are run down

Or suicided.

Convenient and silent

The truth is subverted

Dormant for another day

And another night.  

Dispersed in every direction

The evil army sleeps

Scatted, and splintered

Impossible to track

And Hard to find.

All of it on purpose

The trickle

Becomes a flood

The hands of complicity

Dripping with blood. 

All of it predictable

And all of it paid for

The same as it always was

A long time ago.

The roots are hated

But the tree is murder

All based on a lie

And the poisonous fruit

Of death. 

See it blossom

And see it bloom

Three minutes till midnight

Terror, deception, and doom.