Tragedy


What the shit is a crisis but a tragedy

A tragedy is an abomination

A terrible, terrible thing

That no human should have the power to replicate

Tragedies every day, in every setting

I hate them

Hospital bedlights gleaming

Synchronized with patient screams

And brutal decapitations, embarrassing

Guillotines lined through the hall and

Reared for combat.

Blades of iron, steel, and bronze

Inked with bright red tattoos across

The metal of the tragedies occurring exclusively

In the metropolitan placeholder streets.

In the government facilities of war.

Crisis maker, breaker, taster

Crazed lights blinding disgust.

Tragedies. The world’s a tragedy.

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