Uncertainty
Rife
Which line 
Of possible time
What is to be
Can be…
May or may not be
You think you have a hidden picture
Only to discover
You can't lie away the past or the future

So on the stroke of a starless midnight
Within the haze of a darkened light
He will tear wide open the Bruw gates of hell
And revel in the rising
Shadows
A Tar colored tidal swell
Magnificent
In it's hungry maleficence
The package insensate
Completely wrapped in vengeance
Tightly knotted with undiluted hate
Together and separately they fabricate an ocean
Cold, lepidote, dirty
Frothed with rich cerise passion
From the bosom of a bottomless pit
Blood, pain and misery
Knee-deep and molasses thick
From the hearts, souls and limbs of a lifelong enemy
A battue
That will make “the raid” seem like
A goddamn garden party
Touching them all
Till the last one falls

Let them smile
Let them laugh
Let them plan
Let them lie and steal
Watch and wheel
What is to be will
It shall happen still
Regardless
We're interested only in
One thing only
The hunt and kill
Coast to coast
Celestial, terrestrial
From pillar to post
It's not if or how
But when
How much sand till then
The hounds are in motion
Fore and aft
Ravens on the verge of insanity
There will be 
No respite for the guilty
Ever
Never
Past, present or future
At any stop in history
We will hunt them
Relentlessly
From now on
Mercilessly
Up and down
Through eternity
Low and high
Any sun
Any sky

No compromise

Just unrelenting 
Fucking War
You are what you are
We are the foggy 
Kings of Tar

I am the malefic Versifier
NecroWmancer

Tar Wars  -  © 2004 Ahkenaton  all rights reserved