The Smashed Façade …the institutionalized stupor of the clambering classes… …those grabbing goons who sell their souls and sense of decency for tainted fortune, see no further than the growing, groaning noses upon their painted faces. They revel in disintegrating conscience as their tattered morals flap wildly in the gusts that tumble […]
A Floral Gift From Indecency manifest A screaming silence fills the dust-choked air As shocked countenance stares from one to the ether, The whispers held in hearts plead with Fate, its cruel design Distorting the innocent beauty inherent in those not here long, Or long enough, as ruptured tomorrows lie vacant and still. The terrifyingly […]
Rebel Voice 