the bible said populate the earth

society breaking at the seams
every dumb fuck thinks their
opinion matters

imagine if they voted, imagine if
they understood what the powers
that be are actually doing to them

but effort doesn’t grow on that
money tree they hope they just
planted in their backyard

the bible said populate the
earth, i declined

i feel better about that every
day that passes

my luck, my kids would have
started this pandemic and
expected me to be proud

and sadly, that little fucker inside
of me that loves chaos would have

been beaming

other than a story no one wants to hear

whispers turn into wishes as the
moon fades into the dawn

i’m too old to yearn

too old to feel like anything good
is coming this way

misery has a way of leaving scars
on the body that never amount to
anything other than a story no one
wants to hear

it’s a corner seat in a bar

a bottle of rum and an old soul
watching a demon dressed in
red across the floor

each sip reminds you, you once thought

you only needed a chance

the last horizon of sin

embrace the pain
like a lost memory

an old song that
a lover took you
to the edge of the
world with

a match

a spoon

the endless depth
of the last horizon
of sin

the last dirty needle

you’ll ever need