Original digital surreal art: “Evil Incarnate” by: rob kistner © 11/29/24
When the most diabolical
believe they have risen above
the blood, the shit, the afterbirth
of their human origin
when in their reflection
they see perverse transcendence
towards entitlement
in which no allegiance
or kinship of nature
binds them to their center
nor founds them in the
fevered fumbling fury
of the frightened flesh parade
in which they lock step
flailing for survival
when their insanity of arrogance
so distorts their vision of history
of time
of the ancient
of the sweating
bone-broken reality
of human swill and wallow
through which they likewise trudge
shiny shoes or no
when they blatantly begin
to eat their own
while copulating with false gods
on forsaken gilded altars
of greed
of megalomania
of perjured horrors
then the hour of the beast
is certainly at hand
and the terror of the dragon nature
will rise up
in unbridled evil
attempting to impose
to dominate
if we do not slay this dragon
we will all become
the hulking mass
of the apocalypse
deserving to be struck down
and our fool’s hearts
torn out and severed
by the self-inflicted rapier
of raw wild justice
and our empty husks
immolated
on the pyre of gullibility
in the flames of banished
abandoned truth
and cowardice
the decision turns
the direction is poised
that moment is here
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse