In the vats of oblivion

In the vats of oblivion
How drunk we are
How intoxicated
How we stumble
Through the dark
How we ferment
Our blood
To see only
Phantoms
As the clothes
Of our love
Are stained by scarlet
Over a carpet
Of unconscious minds
We lift our glasses
To the four winds

In the vats of oblivion
What was white is now red
What was a church
Is now a prison
What was a prayer
Is now a judgement
The drinkers of blood
Our evil bedfellows
Encircle the wine vats
And trample our life source
And a river of wine
Flows down a mountain
And a cloud of thick smoke
Turns the city to pyro clast

In the vats of oblivion
The consortiums are at work
They trample
Mankind
who are too vain to see
The darkness they support
Like the packs on mules
And their towers of light
Are simply emulsion white

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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