Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
wow did you draw the picture? you should do more paintings if so
I do not create the images that I use.
oh well your poem was nice a little hard for me to understand with no rymes but im not very poetic * awkward laugh*
the illustration reminds me of the Rise Against song called Hero of War
So you used that quote I gave you!... I still could have sworn Plato said that.
Haha yup, but I looked it up I only saw this guys name :/
Gave me chills. Very well done — I commend you.