Riotous Monster or Monstrous Riot

Wake up 

Can’t you hear?

The screams and screeches of the souls outside

The souls that have been marred for their belief

Their pious belief in just and goodness

For the fight they waged to achieve

Only to see that they are nothing but just an airy certainty.

Look outside your majestic palace

The numerous lives have been made meaningless

With a treacherous plan

And all that is left are splashes of blood

Blending with dirt, searing the scathed skin

Like it’s a flame of fire aiding the desire

The desire of the evil to make them pay for their impractical belief

The blood soaked cadavers of the once-filled-with-conviction souls

They lay naked in thunderstorm and the dust covers that was once whole

Breathing through it are their dying cores that are raped of their faith and certitude.

The cuts and scars burns like it is seething hot coal tar

Starting from the toes burning every inch into coal

Falling to pieces is not their body but their soul

It was once built into whole with humanness so pure.

But the only escape from this infliction is to shed

As it falls apart into nothing but a dozen of ash

Which will be washed off with some tears of blood, spit, venom and aftermath.

Peeling off is their humanity

And emerging on is the underlying demon of vengeance

It stares

Stares at the rapists of their beliefs and dares

Who made them pay, for now they must repay

For they once were the believer of goodness

But now they must avenge

Because it is eye for an eye

And riot for the riot

So they must attack

But don’t forget its vicious circle that they would create.