Diablo is Dreaming
Diablo is dreaming the dark disarray—
Forces of chaos in wanton affray,
Crime in profusion and spiralling hope,
Doom in despicable scope.
Puppets of forces in avarice forged,
Lusting for money, on greediness gorged,
Cut throat extortion and criminal glee—
Rampant as wolves running free.
Larceny, forgery, fraudulent men,
Laundering money again and again,
Underhand stratagems, moral decay,
Stealing the bliss of the day.
Drug money garnered by thugs on the street,
Profits sequestered so sly and discreet,
Organised crime as the bane of our time,
Such a contemptible rhyme.
Ketamine characters lost in the drug,
Cocaine injected and feeling so smug,
Dopamine coping and opiate peace,
Longing for lasting release.
Ambulance sirens in squealing appeal,
Medics in overwrought zeal at the wheel,
Overdosed bodies prostrate on the ground,
Cacophonous feelings abound.
Diablo is dreaming a nightmare again—
Destinies drenched in misfortune complain;
Where is the Jesus we clamoured to find?
There in the Bible defined!
Only perdition in frightening form!
Mad accusations that fly like a swarm!
The judgement of heaven a pitiful knell,
Diablo — the prophet of hell.
Prisoners lost in a chasm of hate,
Mayhem that menaces nations irate,
Falling again into pitiful war,
Diablo swings open the door…
Gateways to newfangled spectres of doom,
Sent from the pit fore to heaven consume,
Never compassion, abiding chagrin,
Everyone lost in the din.
Diablo the dreamer alive in the sky!
Breathing out censure the angels decry,
Diablo the perilous poison within,
Red as a rash on the skin.
PS. This is a rambling meditation on a character introduced to me by Piper Pan. He’s slightly more menacing in this extrapolation.
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