The Fog by Ross Smirnoff

I first heard the word became absurd

Intended as it was for some divine plan

All mixed up on this existence plain

Disdain for her became insane

My mind was aborted

Distorted logic

Pressure to ascend to the next level rebel

The marked flash time forgotten

A plan man began to comprehend

The hate that was brought upon

I was lost

Tossed in a fog

Descending on a place

I inhabited in a dream

Serene clouds burst open out of the head

Rocket blasted entrapped balminess  

Calm passive and elastic

Shovel silk fur down your throat

Discriminating nation never accepted it’s fate

Irate tears streamed for a thousand years

River formed in the wake

Despite the initial plan

Broke into pieces

The nieces and nephews all gathered to hear the story the Uncle spoke

I awoke to imperceptible patterns 

Creeping into the layers of life

Strife formed despite better judgment

I resist the latest abolition

Despite permission to escape  
I lost it

Spent all the money I made

A waste 

The race was set

Pace was too fast to comprehend

All that time I spent gathering speed

Made me bleed.