And Plague Flowers the Kaleidoscope

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align Their mouths filled with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens Ware to walk the painted... the painted path Blessed they are by God's tokens Walking the painted path through our plague fields Ware to walk the painted path Through the plague fields Kings of this carousel, disfigured upon white horses With Goya's claws and Dore's wings Down golden locks to red crosses Crowned children screaming from funeral shrouds To rapid eye movement, heart-strings undone ... our beautiful filth dances... and plague flowers Why our wall to reason fall... only human Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align Their mouths filled with ashes and death's tongue The dappled dying Flowering cold grey tombs With crumbling walls... I feel Our truth is laid bare ... And plague colours A masterpiece of pain The portrait of what we are...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025