Languidly
\nLeaves listlessly
\nLeaning
\nRustling, Sighing, Seething
\nWith thoughts of Rain
\nThe rain that does not come
\nWith it’s sweet smell
\nOf Innocence and Ozone
\nThis Rising Assassin we call Heat
\nRising before the sun, he comes
\nWith his Great Killing Swaths
\nBleaching the world of Color
\nSapping the strength of those
\nWho would Fight him
\nThe Assassin laughs at their efforts
\nThey perspire, offering up more of their water
\nTo Him
\nHe kisses it off of their body
\nA lover couldn’t be more thorough in their embrace
\nHe is the vampire who walks by day
\nDrinking not blood, but water
\nLeaving only iron and cellulose
\nWhere once there were plants, animals and humans
\nCities fall before him into dust
\nEven building are too tired to
\nDo anything but lay down in submission
\nBefore him
\nBridges crumble, damns drain dry of water and crack open.
\nHe is Soulless
\nThe once nurturing eye of our yellow sun
\nTurned ruthless, heartless, brutal
\nDeath himself is more kind
\nHe would bend himself down
\nAnd put his cool hand on our brow
\nNow we bake in The Assassin’s oven
\nListlessly waiting for death to bring ease
\nThe trees pull their roots from the ground
\nTo escape it from burning their feet
\nNo escape for any of us
\nWe have entered the Valley of Death
\nWhere The Assassin never sleeps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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