Night’s pause slowly eases as the dim blue ripens to fire

Groggy eyes break free of their fleshy peach coloured tents,

They venture forth to judge the horrors of another day

BANG BANG BANG

Yesterday’s heroes fall to their mass grave,

Steam rises like smoke from the pyre, a victim of history

Their part has been played, now a new generation steps forth

 Over the top , they take their place in the system

HIIISSSSS HURGAAALL HAAAARR

History repeats , the flood gates open a boiling torrent from hell

Their essence is stripped, they are left a sorry empty shell

My part the omnipotent master of puppets ,

My moral compass is sound and my purpose is clear …

 An ancient ritual , a sacred bloody rite , my espresso benediction.