Generations of Damn
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[9/21, State]
Generations of Damn
The words you long to hear
Will not be near.
The gates to the buried jewerls
Will remain unopened.
The stone benches on the side of streets
Will be stripped of sleepers
Or any drifter
One meets.
The songs of a great country
Will feed no one.
What governs now
Will live in the pastures of heaven’s slums.
All the generations are damned.
The heads carved into rocks
Will rot away.
The tides from A and P
Will overcome the shore
And flood the cities.
The mattresses of our souls
Will never soften.
We all do things for money from placenta to warm coffin.
Once someone is dead.
They are forgotten.
All the generations are damned.
What is rich
Will become poor.
What is poor
Can never mature in poverty.
You can curse me, you have cursed me,
How many times.
But it is in my hands
You will be dying.
The body meat
Is a tramp in the street
Our eyes meet
And
Nothing more.
All the generations are damned.
Everything is talk talk talk.
Dressed in black tatters
Of elegant
Hash.
The rampage in the fields
Are singhed
In the
Voodoo trails of Cornstalk.
Inheriting the pledge
Of
Plagues.
I look at the nations
And
Signal
Toward
The incoming
Grey.
All must be washed
And
Left to float
Away.
All generations are damned.
Man inhabits man.
And
Now
In the fallen spot.
What is a century is a year.
The dark feel has appeared.
Come to take all away
With rings of rhodium
And
Drowned skin.
I lived beside a hollow child until I realized she was alive.
I cast a spell of worms to her
And kicked the habit bye.
If it is any indication
Of the path most have taken.
All generations are damned.
I do not shed more tears.
All of this and yours
Will one day come down.
All doors will become
Walls.
All rooms will become
Tombs.
When the flower
Of the
Black Orchid
Blooms
From
My grandchild’s hands.
All generations are damned.
I have the soil
Of
The pentagram.
Born to plantation
Washed by black rain
Against the rust of the washing board.
I heard a woman scream out at night
But I was still a baby.
I am the daughter of a trader
And
I am the daughter of a traded.
In the ash mark of warrior
I have kissed.
All generations are damned.
No swimmer will be saved in the clouds of the oceans.
The Seas of Gardenia.
Where the darkest music is played.
The future is a closed beak.
The fire of man
Speaks
Upon his own.
The broken compassion is lost in the snow storm
Never mind the goodbye.
Find the funding man
And
Walk towards him.
All the generations are damned.
2.
Math is death.
And so we are blessed.
His breath is so fast it whistles in this wind.
All men are guesses.
Some events.
The motion and movement
Of events do not warrant survival.
All life proves is ventilation.
Infiintiy is not life,
It has a legacy of its own.
I am in a negotiation at all times
Dying to die.
The subject matter is an established partner.
My process.
Nothing is colossal
Unless
You
Want
Colossal.
Step away
I have to lead
I have to lead
Them.
All generations are damned.
I have good reasons for this confrontation.
I have great reasons.
They have come to my door
To be saved.
Save them with me.
All generations are damned.
You will not be adjudged insane.
You will not be mistreated by the ones you love.
You will not be preformed upon by believers.
You will not be followed by threats.
You will not be ashamed.
All generations are damned.
The maniacal bird seed
Fought for
In the bird house.
(I have not been alone for years.
Because people were money
And I needed money.) harvested from the bigger piece.
Satchel Cornstalk.
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