Carefully crafted architecture
Suffers from the flick of a spine.
And I can see this burning under
My blood, boiling like yours should.
I can feel the fury take flight,
Soaring above dusty bricks;
Inescapable in the disgust of
This brutal act.
I could cry, scream, and even then,
Find myself stumbling down broken stairs,
To try and shake belief into denial.
Horrific acts and dead weight.
Subdue the rage into tolerance.
Aggression born from the inequity,
And damage left by these foul acts,
Is cause enough to break through.
Terrible humanity tortured by
Mutated cells and isotopes.
Now I am become abuse,
The destroyer of worlds.