100 years

100 years
of this
you think i’m tired
i’m just waiting
for the sun
linger here
long enough
outlast them all
to remember
grievances
wipe their faces
in their ashes
blow them all away
last man standing
king of the mountain
a ripple effect
procession of blows
never forgotten
stockpile time
in a backpack
vengeance served cold
go on
in your ways
enslaved to a rage
of satanic proportions
perfect stranger
to the light
like an anchor
bring them down
love
hope
kill them all
because you could never understand
100 years
you’d think i’d forget
to scoff
cough
in your face
kick dirt
in the face
of too much time
wasted
anchored down
in sludge
for what