my dying city

this city has withstood the ravages of time and the horrors of war
we shared the worst of days and enjoyed life in the city of love and hope.
now, i feel i have returned to a city on its deathbed...

choking to death by the yellow plague that is slowly strangling her...
the yellow plague festers in tent cities that surround its heart...
where thuggish man-boys sit around with a sadistic glaze in their eyes,
beneath Orwellian banners they sit: defeat is victory, dying is living,misery is pride, and master knows best.

The cult of the glorification of death and blood knows it has won. It slowly twists the blade in her wounded side. She stays silent in her pride. The great leader in his den awaits his messianic orders from his warrior-priest masters from beyond the deserts...

some choose to party on, even harder than before, but they all know in their secret heart, that the city of life and everlasting hope is taking its last agonal breaths.

It will be soon transformed into a new city, the city of resistance and victory, with the grand wizard ever in the shadows , he is magnanimous in victory, he will take good care of you.

For he is the divine victor, and to the victor go the spoils...

going home