Infamous Wasteland

In a sphere of infinite narcissism Wicked homosapiens tread the horizon Daunting threats of turbulent tragedy Dawn upon the hopeless, roaming souls Sheathing them with treacherous shadows Of atrociously, covert crucifixion The elite coquettes hearken The tumultous sound Emanating from multiple, acrid massacres Tainting these notably wounded hearts Within a satanic plethora Of acrimonious equivocation By nightfall a harrowing suicide By daybreak a dreary mourning Catastrophe is all that occupies This infamous wasteland of avarice By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)