One After Another

One after Another

 

They came for your head.

Aching, filled with dread.

Without hesitation, terror;

Breed, anticipation.

Their eyes were burning.

Cloaked in disobedience.

In a source ritual.

I can’t explain the sorts.

Burden with disillusionment.

Drunk in confusion.

Tipping and double-dipping,

In nightmares. 

Whose reality has come chasing?

For what they didn’t ask for.

Now that the past is knocking

On your back door.

Wild and braggadocious.

       From coast to coast, always raising hell.

       They want to leave you alone. 

       Their agenda is well-organized and

They boast about not being in disguise.

And flaunt their deep depravity.

                               Pretending to be somebody they're not.