Mushrooms of Peace by Matthew T.-S.

 

Save us God Emperor

oh Exalted One on High

These demons confine us

And condemn us to die

We must do something

Let us fight at the least

“Fear not my people,

We will become their equal

We must harvest

their “mushrooms of peace”.”

 

The western world is at the table

“They cannot be able”

“Their leaders unstable.”

“We must harvest the mushrooms of peace.”

 

They build their walls

And fill up their motes

And arm their mushrooms of peace

 

Their is no salvation

Without a restoration

Or remediation

And a destruction of

The mushrooms of peace

 

While their existence is futile

Our outlooks are juvenile

Their is no hope

With the mushrooms of peace

 

I fear the day

Of that rain of vain

And the horror

Of the mushrooms of peace

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: