.....dark thoughts of 12-13-04

And in the dark I dream
The visions of crimson waves
Washing upon the shores of mankind
Eroding away the grains of rightiousness

I dream of the violence
The gaping fissures and cracks
That so riddle our existence
But they are reluctant to swallow whole.

And how long can this last?
Before that which we wrought
Finally comes to call
And I can be, at last, set free of you all.