(no subject)

[skeptik]

the legions of the neocon trudge forth,
with policies fashioned of fury and fire torches,
searing 229 timeline ticks of progession and passion,

my eyes grow wild.

and yet you,
with your narcissism,
and feeble wavelength,
chose to abide the regime.

through tainted cognition,
and dimensions otherworldly,
i have seen the posterity,
of a realm gone static.

though-
if you luxuriate in,
apathetic atmospheres,
and blightful bliss,
accredit me the duty
to etch on your stone:

"nothing hereafter."