The Green Flare is flaring again. I love the images the words they use create. Words flowing easily into shapes and feelings that explode like an exploding thing every so often like a deliciously rigged box of chocolates. Enjoy!
Godhead sat in dingy lair.
Uncomfortable on a liars chair,
Flicking poison everywhere,
Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.
All it saw in others good,
It spat upon;
Just like it would.
It’s web of insecurities,
Brought all before it to their knees.
Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,
Tainting air within their lungs.
It turned the world upon its head,
And messed with it till it was dead.
And then it sat and moped and cried,
Regretting those it’d caused to die.
“I’ll resurrect you, make you shine,
Just how I’d like;
So you’ll be mine.
Think like me.
Dance for me.
Do all for me.
And then I’ll let you breathe,
Poison all who come within,
Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.
Let your silent traps begin,
And beckon other spiders in.
Dark spider god its flock dispersed,
Must seek new flies to do its worst.
But I with truthful, shining pin,
Can pierce its bloated abdomen.
Stir the ichor,
And curse it roundly,
For all its done to you.