Wicked Science

All lives, see them phased out,
Lonely scars marked each trail,
Broken bodies drowned from rain,
Bloody sunsets never fail.

I once walked in this forbidden place,
Lived by mortal men of soaring vanity,
Armed with the gracious tools of success,
And a goal to raise the flag of humanity.

But hell of a success with sinister beauty,
Uprooting the disastrous force of ill-will,
Wiping off innocence ‘stead of saving it,
Gripping the stuffs that longed to kill.

A tug on my arm, one morning I felt,
To realize strong hands that forced me jaded,
One slug, to elevate my memory,
One painful shot, my sight has faded.

I walk, past morbid fellowmen,
Who once lived life in one beloved city,
I saw them cower, stumble in fear,
But yours truly, never have had pity.

I walk, sighting familiar beings,
Their blue faces screamed, I’ll live no longer,
Surge of anger, their eyes told me,
I’ve hated those stares, I snapped—it’s over.

I walk, I slash, I rip them apart,
I point, I laugh, I turn them to dust,
My enjoyment came from their pleading,
How come can tears enrage me so fast?

And I walk, on a promenade of charred bones,
No more squirms, and sounds of haste,
No more beings who stood around me,
Plainly the invulnerable, to remain in a damn place