The Final Act

On this day;
my legs sway in the high wind
sitting atop of Allure Las Vegas
it's from here I can see the broken arm,
of the Statue of Liberty in a mockery of a Third Reich Salute too
the purified landscape.

Savage forces inflict supremacy
on this institution of time
wrapped up like afterlife,
a reservoir of human expiration
21st Century Ides of March.

The day of tomorrow isn't far so therefore
the world will not restore the hardcore masses
for even the thriving beast will not survive.

We used and abused;
all will be confiscated during the exhibit
of her revolution.

On this day;
The annexation of life and death.