The Land After Time

From wars erupting earths core,
we've settled a score only for the heavens and hell to see.
We smother the stench of temptations with potpourri,
only to deceive others stimulating a part of the brain.
Are we using something to rearrange a type of mental suicide arranged,
in order to display portraits of lucid terror,
Throwing smoke bombs to keep a little order 
but even so that's just keeping us horny for more slaughter.
Like roaches and raid a single spray will cause fragment mutations
a zombie faze shot with steroids and black plagues, just a graze to depict nations, 
human infested sanitation able to retaliate government abomination.
A conversation my mind read by Pagans
walking through hallways, 
a million rooms perfumes and a two headed waitress,
mind binding views
imitations, crosses, limitations,
serpents, pulpits, fuels lit, shattered creations.

-Uzair

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