Inkblood flows through my veins

From author ancestor once unknown

Volunteer soldier, self-made scholar,

Martial Master; Warrior of Words

Beholden to the battlefield

Of both sword and song.

A poet slain by his own writing hand,

Ultimate poem soaked in poison.

My inkblood and quill of soul

Echo your very own.

Your pen is not alone;

You are known.

I dare behold your legacy.

With blade still warm,

And edge yet sharpened.

My hands may tremble,

My quill is not worthy,

Yet I, your son of sons,

Dare inherit your legacy.

Behold the modern magic mirror

The pocket portal of algorithmic evil

A billion voices scream into the void

Creating content, manifesting data,

Generating shareholder value

Blinking cursor

Taunting me forever

For something better

But better never comes

Maybe the imperfect ones

Are already best

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Repeating

Step by step, night to day

cycles never end

desire for freedom

Loop qoo⅃

freedom for desire

end never cycles

day to night, step by step

Forever Repeating

Until Now

Peace is not beautiful

There is a weary look on her face

There are medals on her jacket

Her rifle is ready, finger on trigger

War is her death; War is her birth