Post 41- -B-ook of The End, Part 1 :D

This is the second section of the manuscript, headed by section lead Bring Forth Brutality.


Bring Forth Brutality

Bring forth brutality to usher in

The next stage of my life

Which thus far

Was not nearly as

Violent

As I would wish.

Bring forth brutality

On the tips of

Blood-battered spears,

On the wings of shield

And arrow.

Tear down the peaceful urge and

Let me

Be taken deeper,

To baser metals,

Where the strength of my fist answers to none.

I will curb my appetite

That pension

For torture

When I

Bring Forth Brutality

Blaze

Ravish it

Purge it

Let that

Brightness

Die in their eyes.

There was a child

Recently

Who did not run from me

When I scalded the flesh

From her parent's bones.

I rewarded her with

Those same bleached logs

And sent her out into the world

Knowing only how it must burn.

Who else but a child could be trusted with no morality?

Bound

When a man is held,

Bound to rope and shackle,

He admits his guilt.

Lust for life is never-ending

Forever unappeased.

Few are ready to pass beneath

The wooden scaffold,

And fewer desire to burn it down

Than save their Precious existence.

But I bore no ill will to captors and executioners,

Befriended no knaves or scoundrels.

You may find me disagreeable,

But the satisfaction of a man's

Truthful and dead

Gaze

Looking into yours

Is a wondrous thing.

Calming.

A softening of mutual understanding.

Blight

Nature's trial

Finds its match in

The Blight

When Land

And Sea

Corrode and decay;

Mountains simmer to day heat

Cities bathe their inhabitants in

Soot-distilled air.

Such dark premonitions feign to reveal

The sense of knowing only

The Blight,

Having lived in it,

Desired anything

But

It.

You may find

More

In those bloody visions than pain,

Only to discover how very probable

Such a thing can be.

And let that distress

Slow

Down

Your

Speedy pointlessness

Heading in the wrong direction.

Treasure 

Your life.

Enjoy!