Righteous Upsurgence
Forsaken in vestiges
Dispersed amongst swarming multitudes
Regrouped, awaiting retaliation
Desultory vengeance, swift but overcome

Senses heightened, survival precedes morality…

The many, nomads, the mob of the last man
Strode furious, upon black festering ground
At lone figures, in the great theatre of war
Readied for deaths will…

Corralled in rot, gasping under flesh tombs
Feet sodden, drenched in foe and comrade blood
Folly subsides, beset by desperation
Cornered rats with teeth bared

Hopelessness dispatched, it matters not who lives or dies
The action in strife, brings purity of soul
Execution of the will to death defiant
An upsurgence of righteous violence…
As the hunter, stalks a savage landscape…
As the quarry ignorant to its doom
Perpetual victimisation
Axiom of reptile brain…