This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
We are the damned, the maimed, the conquered, the slain
We are the innocent, the wronged, the lost, the maimed
Our eyes are haunted, our bodies pierced
Our deadly dance gone unrehearsed
What is the value of shattered lives
Coins placed on deadened eyes
There is no value in bodies dead
No tombs to rest our blooded heads
Only the pain of our passing life remains
Mournful cries heard in storm and wind and rain
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