the fist

life's fist, is the size of a comet
hurtling through space for the face
of some unsuspecting victim
instead of me, i'm glad it's him

it shatters through the skin and bone
smashing the face into the ground
where there was a face now only pulp
and pulp doesn't make a sound

a burning track of destruction
lies smoldering in its wake
when the fist of life judges you
you just can't get a break

and so the broken man lies
in a heap of dust and tears
a shattered present, a negative future
add to sum of his fears


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I've not written in a long time. It's time to change that. 

The Hammer

we're all waiting
waiting for the hammer
as it floats above
like some kind of spaceship

the hammer doesn't care
if you're a sinner or a saint
it comes for all, and it will fall
on every fucking face

the hammer only knows
the one thing, the one role
to smash everything in its path
and leave nothing in its aftermath

the chill of the hammer is oh so close
it might tap your head, might break your nose
when you face the hammer, you do it alone
for the hammer is held by a hand that's your own