Heir Apparent

Slow days

Slow words

Slow lies

Slow ends

So many years to clean the slate

Endless despair within its wake

His touch soiling what used to be clean

His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams no more

Slow pain

Slow deaths

And again he rides in

it's September and he covets the gullible

Skeletal wish

Hunter

A thousand lies

cast from the throne of secrecy

Hear him spewing forth meaning to miserable lies

See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair

The insect trust

Believer

Your body a vehicle to house his disease

Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind

Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn

Invisible king

Dying

Procession of woe

struck down by sorrow

A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs

The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece

Death in his eyes

Waiting

Spiraling judgement

provoked in the rains

This futile test drowned in the levee of deception

In the year of his sovereign

Rid us of your judgement

Heir apparent