Description
Wrenching & retching in the widening pit
The angel cannot hear the dying army;
Material decays; harmony cannot hold;
Fear & anarchy bubble into the world,
The blood-slime tide is feral, & everywhere
The conviction of the certain ones is drowned;
The best lack a voice, while the worst
Rule the land with ignorant passion.
Indeed a revolution is at hand;
Surely the beasts will rise again.
The Beasts Are Coming! Hardly are those words out
When an abstract demon out of Scientific Mundi
Illuminates my sight: somewhere in the forest of mind
A shape with no definite form,
A chaotic conformity of pixels,
Is glitching its spiritual cells, while all about it
The whores’ hair entangles the pure & pious.
The darkness is replaced with flashing color & I know
The convulsing eyes will never sleep again,
Nightmares will pour into the cradle,
& what contrived beast, its welcoming come round at last,
Slouches towards Gomorrah to be born?
3000 x 3000 digital glitch illustration + emojis + classic icons
