the face goes stone
expressionless
emotionless
sans compassion
only the purpose
a purpose that guides
a purpose that drives
a purpose that binds
a purpose that blinds
the logic to defy reasoning
Purpose...
The blade unsheathed in hand
glides through flesh, skin and cartilage
The spinning bullet shot from bore
searing through bodies of filth
undoing nature, upsetting balance of a microcosm
to bring equanimity, calm and solace
if only a quantum of it...
With due respect to The Matrix: Reloaded
No comments:
Post a Comment