Casus Belli

The occasion, provoked or just,

Men of

Ballistic boots 

Empty. preemptive crusade tats 

Sweet and fitting pre-ejaculate. 

The old lie "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"

Final trigger, nuclear works of war

Casus belli opposite works of mercy.

Gravity drains to the middle

seep into those eyes living happily during forever wars.

Reaction, defense, and distraction

black mirrors square the spirits.

Flags of new art pulse the cyber age

of colored ribbons, tattered and shredded.

Blood red worm moon, blood pure rapture!

Girls dance in leg puffs…women only. On a run, raped.

Every number is a daughter.

The drones drag stay away from the windows!

Treading surface,

Epic fury awaits the choke. Operation artichoke

hearts, of zeal, spreading. Rue the Day

layers upon layers, flaming spirits walking souls,

fallstreak hole punch of blue through smoke.

ego libido 

Biblical cult of death: a spring forecast,

at the dig an old winepress on the edge of Megiddo.