The Ancient Of Days
In a world of dwindling resourcesAn epidemic of human overbreeding
Most other animal species decimated to extinction
Man turns to war to balance the scale
Genocide as a mechanism of survival
Those that perish before the will of armed power
Life forms destroying Life forms with the same DNA code
This is not spiritual evolution
This is not The Age of Enlightenment
The Darkness is falling drop by drop
Becoming wave after wave
Until it is a rising sea
All consuming
Washes away the mad promises
Made of empty speeches
By undead mockeries wearing pretense like thrones
Until it all falls apart
For without good spirit
There is not Light
To see the way
So fast and pray
So fast and pray
" Little children love one another."
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-08-16 at 00:54
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