Ten Seconds

Hammer clicks against the metal
Impact pushing the sound wave through
Cylinder rattles while being filled
Small and pointed tearing air to find a solid mass

Not a difficult task without vision
Aim has taken care of the direction
Velocity is left with the urge to increase pace
Craving the bond of a hard shell encased in rubber

Parting at the seams only giving way to carnage
Rapid increase through as crimson follows the trail
Joining the group against the pale wall
Friction pressing down only smearing as gravity gives in

Direction no longer being towards the sky
Pits have opened up as sulfur flows into the cavity
Breaking down all calcium deposits
Earth’s soldiers turning a once vibrant soul to compost

Change is now felt among two bloodlines
Hymns heard around angels but not granted
Negativity envious of the former persona
Taking control of the new world order