The crimson rain floods the stairway of God
Marking the soul relinquished to their higher force
You watch from below
The leathery skin draped over your aching bones
Fingers gnarled from a lifetime of fruitless labor
Raising your arms to the scorching sun, you ask
“Why such savagery for their pleasure?”
Their celestial voice brought your people out from the caves
The blades of a garden offered piece by piece
The stones of an Empire offered one by one
Where many became one pulsing heart
The open veins forming a nation
Strengthened by the belief
That destruction of flesh is not the ending to life
Within the divine law of equivalent exchange
So you pray for a merciful wrath
When it comes time to punish
Their most poisonous creature.
About the Creator
Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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That was really great: surreal Pre-Colombian riff. Hope there will be another, truly beautiful (in a scary way.) If you get a moment, check out my short piece: https://vocal.media/fiction/agave-blues