Soul Scream

What a long and bloody struggle it has been :

What angelic wonder!; What infernal horror!

Sunny days of true love torn asunder :

the beautiful Apollonian vision of truth

squandered upon an unhearing Empire of Moloch ;

To quote Shakespeare's Mercutio, 'They have made worms meat of me' ;

I am beat, deranged, mangled ;

maybe heading for what Shakespeare called 'the undiscovered country' ;

but is really the night of the forgotten graveyard ,

not that many don't live many lives; but I have shaken

the foundation of the house of modernity's tyrannical power, the true God of the materialists ;

It may be my soul shall be extinguished ;

But for now, I savor my liberty to give expression to my passion and pain,

to culture, art, love, and knowledge...

to scream

all that is sacred yet lost upon this self-adulating machine society