violent rage. daze in a haze. numbered & counted; tension mounted.
then, a plague of deaths & there's nobody left. deception. the devils let in. no time for breaths. only you were left.
then, the fork where you went & I left, deep underground. without a trace. without a sound.
then, I was oppressed, protested against. so, I worked in spurts. everything hurt. each breath I took, cooked. evils, even in the steam I breathed in, ghosts & even some demons.
then, in the desert I destroyed 'em. they dried out. gave 'em cottonmouth. under the scourge, under the fire. a lurid picture, ruins & desolation by ways of desire. down to the basics. a case-by-case basis; dirt through gutters & wastelands.
then,they prayed for the rapture. "take me now. I don't want this town. you can take this crown."