written by: Heath Brougher
A lens of lunacy struck sparks
in the stark night resting peacefully
until a cacophony of violent human behavior
overtook the Earth. A strange fragrance of riot
whipped through the breeze, infecting the masses;
inflicting them with the sudden urge to pillage
homes and stores as their faces turned the shape of revile.
(Was it a full moon? Maybe the tides played a role
in the sudden juncture of the jump from somewhat sanity
to riot mentality. Humans are made up of 90% water.
Maybe the moon is pulling in the human tide.)
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