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Eli
I want to be there at serenities end.
I want to watch the conundrum of corruption
Tear down the last vestiges of the western civilization.
If I could be there to just breath the sinful air
I would cherish the chaos
Hold it close to my heart
I would invite my lover to the party
Leave her a shoulder to cry on as I smile.
To find the humor in the decomposition
Of the human spirit
To tell it “I told you so”,
As I bathe in the beauty of decay.
Some may call me a cliché
Or a bad news charlatan.
To that I will close the doors of communication.
Become deaf to the derelicts of destitution.
I’ll continue to write and become
The asshole of alliteration.
So when the buildings burn
And the garbage reaches the heavens.
When babies are born in cold alleys
And the mob rules societies railways.
I’ll be clapping with glee.
I’ll be the oracle of standing ovations
When the angels of the apocalypse
Knock at your door selling you eternity.
