I’ve sanctioned the approval, nothing but fate to walk our path,
angst and tragedy, the blasphemy lies in the wake of the aftermath,
Inner delusions face reality wit a tumultuous realization,
like a women facing birth from rapes infectious creation,
The facts of tribulations, weighted actions judged by the soldiers,
mass annihilations against the beauty of a grudge by the beholders,
reports of casualties casually with nothing but the shrugs of shoulders,
the violence ripped the silence like slugs from a holster,
violins tensed while lips of guidance echoed to boaster,
damned to smolder, lives were let go like hands in a coaster.
Submission Name: Atomic Proportions
