Our Right to Life

From the depths of darkness
Yet determined, comes the wretched mess
Which is to regress from our best.
And howling at the moon
Is the evil we will know soon
To be our unaltered doom
Of a civilization, surviving in the gloom.
Of darkened deceit,
Murderous fleets,
Cryptic intonation,
A wondrous inflammation.
The cruel conceited ways
Of those in disguise
Show us false days
Hoping we won’t realize.
Their damned wealth,
Their incarnate selves
Are undoubtedly dead
In their Christian beds.
Evil looks deceiving.
It looks to the believing,
And within it finds
Those with opened blinds.
Crying and laughing they pray
To see something other than gray.
They see coins and cars in array
But achieved? I’ll rule the day.
Creeping flesh just a mess
Of tangled cells in rigor mortis.
What are we? Those who digest
The evils known in the pool of cess.
What is it that we see?
I think that it is some decree
To show to those who believe
That good can truly be...
Of the light
In our sight
In our right.