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My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.

What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.

Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.

Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.

That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.

Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....

Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps through the inhuman nature!
My, what filthy freedom
that now declines....
First fallen angels, then the humans.

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ReqiuemCatharsis Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Excellent :)
Spookyw Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012
This is stunning.
YoshiofRedemption Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That's beautiful
DemonLover97 Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Beautiful ❤
DarthSithari Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012
Makes sense, about every thing in sociaty is either corrupt, decrepid, or... I can't think of a third adjective but I think my point is clear.
Ohygglighet Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012
Really good!
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