• Part 6

    Journey Through the New World

    The rain shackles and falls in distant radio wave,
    The echo of tenor on the concrete he will pave,
    The world abounds lush, white choleric and brittle,
    Eyes dilate, his mouth dries of it’s spittle.
    The flowers and white latex sprinkle the foregrounds,
    The Robotman stumbles and jogs in low bounds,
    The sun split’s the black only for an eternity,
    The light slaps the earth with calculated surgery,
    The darkness swallows ancient gold quickly away,
    Heat rises up, and the androids momentarily sway,
    A chorus of Hades, of forests and brush,
    The silence swelters higher, the blood begins to rush.
    Terror fills every port and swiveled pore,
    He runs into prairies of maze and corridor.
    Lost the shrieks of steel demons and ever bloated prey,
    The Robotman lives on for the rest of the day.
    The stench of magic and bitter smoke in the air,
    The rustle of the wind or the toss of dead hair.
    The senses driven out by a crescendo of hate,
    The hum of their engines as they patiently wait.
    Taking a gulp of pure carbon and a beat of his heart,
    The Robotman galloped in the masses with a start.
    The smell of empty flesh as the bodies decayed,
    The sound of bending steel as he cut slashed and slayed.
    Explosions dull the kindling of already burning fires,
    A thousand saviors die with the million other liars.
    The warrior screams his final trumpet to earth,
    Skipping over the defeated, closer now to his curse.
    The day now long and the sun now dropped,
    Eyes watch from the distance, "Can he ever be stopped?"