The War of Life

Tyler R. Martin

From the warmth of his home, he critiques the world,
In his mind he’s a martyr, his black flag’s unfurled,
He votes with his passion, his news sources he reads
Not knowing these monsters seek to shatter his knees!
In bed with the monsters, the serpent of envy and greed,
That demonic leviathan to him it still lies and it pleads,
By indulging his fears and his pity his empathy is seized
And engage with his sympathy to spread its disease!
For each day’s a battle, in some book each day is wrote
And for those who defy this, their armies go up in smoke.

It is him who I shall watch and it’s at him I shall stare
For whose existence is resisted will decay in despair,
To resist life is pointless and this nihilism is terrible to grasp
So that fallacy becomes the cocoon of a fabricated mask!
He who is sickened by everything that knows chaos and strife
Forgets that what batters down walls will hone down his knife!
So accept the violence and chaos, man, don’t shy from life
And know that life is a war, man, please engage in the fight,
Whether in battle with gloves on or at your table to write!
For each day’s a battle, in some book each day is wrote
And for those who defy this, their armies go up in smoke.

Episode 1: The Sulfur Serpent

Tyler R. Martin

The first episode to my podcast aired today (not counting the introduction) and I was very happy with how it came out. I discussed a wide range of topics, such as the military, spirituality, the philosophy of good and evil and my perspectives on these. All of this stems from a poem I wrote titled “The Sulfur Serpent” from my first book Rotten Man’s Throne…you can find a link to purchase it here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08541HSXH/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_9YMTS5FE2QA6D2CB04VX)

Video and Poem are included below:

The Sulfur Serpent

(originally published in Rotten Man’s Throne)

Sixty six fathoms below the Sulfur Sea,
Amidst the boil and bubble and burn,
Floated forth a barbarous beast of burden
To serve Satan’s savage scheme so stern.
For when blue skies become black and thunder
Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.

Now as devious demons dance in night,
For the fiery abyss has freed every fallen fiend,
When those long dead and decayed do rise
And the dark and the darkest have convened.
For when blue skies become black and thunder
Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.

So now the dreary, dire days are here,
And the air has turned all arid and ash,
The sulfur serpent slithers from its wretched sea,
To bow before a Sultan sits abashed.
For when blue skies become black and thunder
Then all of earth shall be torn asunder.

While now the dreary sky’s splitting splendidly
And from this lash lovely light cascades,
Around the tear, the hollowed heavens tremble
And bleak blackness pierced by beautiful blades.
For when blue skies become black and thunder
Then from the heavens shall meet a wonder.

For salvation came then, in staggering sequence,
As hellbound humanity witnessed glory then,
For pale, blonde angels beckon battle
When chrome chariots into the darkened world descend.
For when blue skies become black and thunder
Then from the heavens shall meet a wonder.

As angels storm the ashen, sorrowed ether,
The sneering sulfur serpent stands to defy,
Fierce fangs, to devour holy deities,
As four harrowing horsemen draweth nigh.
For when blue skies become black hellfire,
Then mankind’s end shall soon transpire.