Why, shinigami – you are sending L around the damn bend
he can’t see you – realm of the gods of death.
Things are going mad – the laws of death spin in a great car crash
of contingency – unending pile-up.
How were you to know – thinking you were bright – but god-of-death-dark
sinks petty brain glow in the deep, red, eyes.
Shinigami – red apple of memory – how death will not be
caught so easily – ‘according to plan’
[x x x x x] [x x x x x] [x x x x x]
[x x x x x] [x x x x x]
Careful what you do – cos god is watching your every move –
but why aspire to be gods – when you are one?
I hear the bell – yes unusually – come in out of rain
don’t believe my words. Life is nonsense now.
Humans are not truth not perfect – they lie – I have no reasons
I could spell out now – I just know you are
Diabolical. I wash your feet – you who I know will end
this life – I will die but I will win – how?
I resurrect now in the sympathy, absolute, I have
with the life process which will avenge me.
I cry over my own funeral when – bored and walking home –
there is no device with a battery.
I imagine all tears, fallen and sounds in the dark chapel
of my grandma’s church. My grandpa cries too.
I hate death more than I hate any evil – for it underpins
all evil with means – with time, wrongs would end.
Empathy in a pathetic empty soul, glories in the
image of honour, in lieu of acting.
It’s when light kills L – he shows his weakness. True gods spurn revenge.
In Light, good’s hollow echoes, emptily.
L [You will pay for what you’ve done]
The absence of law as concept from the series of Death Note
vitiates Light’s view – Nature of justice
being an absent thing signifying, thus the complete eclipse
of morality in puritan sin.
The haute bourgeoisie reign supreme in realms of life and sharp-death;
a new god is, well, on the up and up.
This god is the class of young male and rich with supernature
on their side via writings of pure name;
a tall bureaucrat of the spirit realm – if you break his line,
the line twists around – and tantrums hang you.