Bitterness Will Reign

[apocalypticjay]

The eagle fights for flight
This evil eats the night
From the land to the sea
Wickedness is greeting me

But...

The saints are building towns
The entertainer is our clown
Jumping through the hoops
As we drink the bitter soup

On my corner they sell our souls
For bronze, silver and gold
And if you should buy our souls
This world would turn cold

Bitterness would reign
Animosity and pain
Don't let them sell your soul
Don't let them make you cold

The daybreak burns with time
The birds sing and rhyme
From the caves to the tides
Existence is eaten alive

Now...

The sinners are demolishing towns
No room for our feeble clowns
How will we be entertained?
With agony in our terrain

© J A Mason

[Max]

Holy Hell, man. This is undoubtedly my favorite piece of your work that I have yet to read. Every single line is done masterfully, with near perfection. I just love this man, I can't do you justice in this comment, just know that I appreciated and adore this more than words can sufficiently describe. An exalt will have to do for now, fantastic write brother!

[Harklight]

I'm chilled all through, Jay! It's a very strong write, with bold phrasing, and the only place you tender any relief is obliterated in the next line:
"The daybreak burns with time
The birds sing and rhyme
From the caves to the tides
Existence is eaten alive"

*brrr, final stanza twists the knife: few will care about being entertained when the world is falling in agony, all around. Bravo!! Exalt! H x

[Artemis]

Wonderful and graphic write once again Jay. Fantastic imagery and full of scary truth n my opinion. The way your vivid imagination worked in this piece really chilled me too ... K xxx