Within and Without

the lens of an anchored eye reinforces my clouded judgment-

dystopian commentary, monotonous wounds, progressively repugnant.

Watch their shaky hands as they reach for the throne and clamor for the crown,

fools gold planted in contaminated areas just waiting to be found.

Not sure when fear became food and blood converted to currency,

chemically mechanized to capitalize and monetize incoming emergency.

Enjoy the view and maintain your distance- six feet to be exact-

assurance of murderous peace awaiting His prophesized come back.

I am within and without, cast away all worry and doubt.

Truth no longer serves us here, go ahead... Shout!