Wasteland

May darkness reign in it's dreadful void and dead grass be disseminated to atomic size, let light split the coy waves of an endless sea, annihilating the nihilistic nature of the wise.
May knowledge itself be forgotten and buried in the ashes of the white dwarf star floating mystically in the midst of a galaxy afar.
Come death, come life, come existence in light, from birth all has taught the acceptance of a passing glimpse thus this, too, shall pass bringing forth the whimpers of mankind stuck in the blank silence of infinity,
Yet with the downfall of one, the second hourglass is flipped leaving no traces or entrances.

From the miscreant ribs of adam, a generation was washed, washed of it's flith and mundane sunshine, washed of it's tragic loss of facinations and when imagination once again peaked no one could hold what every angel sought to seek, the desire that buddha warned about lingered in every forgotten word, in every intent of love galore.
Penance was cast upon beauty by the bloody hands of a sinister man crying towards a sinnerman who reaches for lightning in the supermarkets of America, this just as any other flying plastic bag is just an ode to the wasteland that fills the sewers of youth and the children who've grown in the form that time shaped from birth, who've been licked clean of purity and forced into the guillotine that they unknowingly built, this is an ode to the dreams that fade every morning as the orange rays destroy the window sill.