Totality
Have you seen the colours of the soul laid bare and naked
The rainbow of the body arcing through the spectrum of it's life.
Have you ever seen the smile, the grimace, grin, the conjured vile
Conspiracies of dark desires to massacre all men.
Tribal revelations in your dens of death, your pits of evil
Cunning minds seducing with the promises of power
poisoning their people, families twisted with hate and anger
Weeping tears and moans of sorrow are their song and dance
Your fathers are crying for you, as they lay you to rest
Your mothers weep for the dead killed at their behest
Mercy for the bards with sharpened tongues who spout the fiery verse
Where innocence had labored for the meek without a shield
The gifts are given to entice a feeble new born-mind that begs
So wickedness can plant the seed and grow their land of woe
The vines are reaching for you, choking your last breath
The words to fight escape us as we cling to death
Through the generations footsteps follow in the wake
of the river of the torrent of the bloodstained crimson heartache
They march to persevere the severance of clemency
And they're chorusing omnivorous verse, choirs of mortality
Did they ever stop and think whilst killing other men
Was the slaughter worth the trail of tears laid in devastation
Ruinous raiders, pillagers, the rapists of the universe
On ships so cold to sail a sea of souls that never end
They are constrained to navigate for all eternity
They are the reapers screaming for an end to harmony
Through the generations footsteps follow in the wake
of the river of the torrent of the bloodstained crimson heartache
They march to persevere the severance of clemency
And they're chorusing omnivorous verse, choirs of mortality
O' Gods they cry, deliver us from this totality.
Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2014-07-15 at 01:06
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