War's Arrogance Revealed

Penetrating Pandora’s box
Climaxing to the depths
Of genocidal harmony
Reaching into
This retched heart
As this soul darkens
Into the bosom’s plunder
Of an Angel’s tainted abyss

Crying with shame
A heinous side slides through
Cancerous these emotions succumb
To depths lower than bowery dissension
Drowning in this rat infested sewage within

Laughing manically
Hiding this weakness within
Yet, On the outside, Full of arrogance
As this mind becomes impure
Weakened by irrational thought processions
Possessed by denial’s shallow misanthropic deliriums

It’s so easy to wear a mask
Made from the mass graves of delusional chaos
Smiling oblivious smiles
Distraught from inner travesties
But they seem happy
When I hide this very misery

Diseased by Pandora’s box
Slowly the world sees these misfortunes
Yet, When I begin to see their love for drama’s unfolding
I brag and scream
Every single self heinous act
As they become easy prey for my selfish inflictions

And when each part of me dies
They will make movies
Based on each tragedy
Becoming sympathetic towards me
The dictator of their broken promises
Crying laden tears of guilt
As I hand them tissues
Made from my own razorblade bliss

Come inside Pandora’s box
My new home sweet hell
This orgy is always willing to grow
Birthing deception so prevalent and vain
Bane across the surface
Of those willing to suffer
For the cause of one’s beguiled amusement

Suffer through this manmade hell
Oh, How I love it this way
Rough and scornful
That is where me and my disciples dwell
Counting the days when love fully disobeys

We would never have it any other way
Because I say what shall be so
As my minions cease to realize
They are just pawns
To my favorite game
Human chess
The game I play
Under my own devious control

Society
Say it isn’t soul
As your heart
Becomes my vessel
To the blackening
Of all innocence becoming impure

I love confusion
Such a valuable weapon it truly is
I never loved anyone but myself
Too bad I never existed
Till I was conjured up
By over inflated egos
Basking in the pity of others
Tyrants to the cause
Of their own narcistical needs

I smile
They cry
I won
They are all mine

God? Satan? Ares? Kali? ? Angels? Demons?
It’s up to you to make the call
This form will never truly be known
So you can blame someone else
That is what you are always good at doing anyways

Destroy each other
Never withdrawal from your superior thoughts
For they make my pain turn to pleasure
As I watch you all wallow in your own self pity

I am war
And I love watching everyone go down
Into shells of their former selves
As I relish in the shrapnel of their own destruction

I am the puppet master
Of all worst things to come

Death is my love
And that is all
For which I will ever know

Everyone accepts me
Because I take them hostage
Thus I own every one of their souls

Peace?
That ceases to ever exist
As everyone’s uncontrollable emotions
Love to implode

The end will only end
When I say it will be so


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II