What's the use of a title anyway?

Under the bright blue sky

The masses swarm and hum

To the tune of life.

Monotony, boredom, talentless, messiahs

Feed the extraordinary darkness

In our radioacitve hearts.

Flooding memories open wounds

That doesn’t belong anywhere.

An untold past

Fears the dynamic future.

Inhuman monsters breeding

Infinite avarice,

A lust for hatred,

Love that understands only

Force

To be used as

Required.

Let the light annihialate every microcosm

Of our beings,

And spring forth as lotuses,

On a green and bountiful earth.