the time is nigh <br /> the drop starts <br /> to develop the ocean <br /> fountains of blue blood <br /> begin to gush forth <br /> as the pressures of destiny <br /> close in on itself <br /> pounded bones and crushed flesh <br /> are strewn to welcome <br /> that which is never welcomed <br /> lick all that is fresh today <br /> for tomorrow only the seething oozing <br /> puss of silly remorse shall remain <br /> even the marrow will not be spared <br /> but day after the morrow <br /> the time is no more nigh <br /> for then even time is no more <br /> when "harmony" is left in a bloody grave<br /><br />Alexandre Xavier, Ph.D<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communal-quot-harmony-quot/
