What dutiful creatures that we are,
Drowning our problems in a Bar.
Making our short lives a farce,
As though our ego is as fragile as brass.
Cursed with sin do we walk,
Endless blasphemy as we talk.
We raise our hands against our maker,
Refusing to acknowledge him as the creator.
The days of old were paved with glory untold,
Empires conquered by men who stood bold.
Now we stand upon a shuddering halt,
Calling those who are willing to change an occult.
Those days of Gold no longer exist,
Dark ages are now what persist.
Brother slay brothers and fathers slay their sons,
Our sin has finally blocked out the sun
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Poems From The Heart And Soul
PoetryHahaha this is just for fun so I will update it when I can, all poems in this book is created, written and edited by me. Criticism is encouraged and feel free to ask questions should you need to.
