it is this you will see
that channels through your veins,
corrupting every system
in spite of decay
shooting cannons in the cracks,
spikes in the heart,
causing disruption all over—
an abstract art
a seething demon rises,
too soon, too quick,
with a forcefield so bold
it chases the blitz
bellowing bitterness
towered again,
listening to nothing
as time was curled bent
fury grows no doubt,
that underestimated crow,
staying merciless and vengeful
as one screams below
