Scarlet,
Armageddon,
Tyranny.
This is the end of days,
What time do we have left?
Racing to save the world,
Before collapse is all but certain.
An era of heroes,
And supervillains.
Protagonists,
And Antivillains.
Foils to faults.
There is naught but Comedy,
Tragedy.
According to the greeks.
Dead ones.
Yet we live,
Free to interpret the words of dead writers.
Orators, teachers, and poets.
Some of us are many things simultaneous.
Exponentials of possibility,
Factors in the billions.
There are trends,
Crystalline clarity,
Sun-refracted.
We are weak.
Gods must be strong.
Fuck the gods.
Let them come fight me themselves,
I accept no proxy.
Dreaming in Ubermensch.
Nietzsche embodied into wrath.
Deontologist,
Denied.
Maxims,
Too restraining.
This scarred tattoo poignantly tells the tale.
I am my scars.
What are you?
Scarlet Armageddon.
