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.



hatemachine marchin to war

poundin the drums

pushin the children to tears

angermachine burstin through

blastin down the walls

that you called home once

for the angermachine

prayin for the angermachine

hatemachine singin mozart

singin shakespeare, beethoven

singin joyce and poe and picasso

as he burns em to the ground

hatemachine gonna nuke the world

if we don’t think to stop it.