Futile feelings filled with empty faces
Smudge minds with a fright of defeat,
Pitch-darkness soothes yet slays their
Eyes with a pinch of silence.
Above is an answer to their melancholy
Above is a key to sway the darkness,
Constant gasps,
Necks chained tight,
Succinctly some lives end.
Defeated hope reigns to rule
Souls of lost wishes…
Thoughts of their queens and seeds
And kingdoms clout to make them
Kings dead to their people.
Men sniveling
Burning bodies
Is the dearth of our gods the
Cause of their onyx visit?
Drowning in emotions numbness
Is not too far,
Awakened by the spirits
The sky blinds as the carnage of
Their making incarcerates the soothsayer’s
Trance to be a master of his own world.
To live and beg for mercy
Is to die without poise.
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