Fire surges us forward at speed
piercing clouds and comprehension
threading violently through the chaotic cotton
eluding any eyes that would dare to follow.

A monstrous arch that frowns against the world
all the fruited things now rotten
corrupt with anima and conflict
warring over what little remains of Apollo.

Human nature is to define and to contradict
and they do so with unquenchable bloodlust
condemning their opposition without discourse
at a pace that leaves their memories shallow.

We crash to the earth, nowhere they could predict
a bedlam of the horrors willfully forgotten.