No man knows
The time nor the hour
Yet he fears the space in between
Where life borders
On the fringe of Obscurity
The living
Knowing only what the dead Interprets
And history changes as seasons
Wars fought hailing
Religions banner
Countries forged in
Violent manner
Proceeds
Upon vanity fair
And if heaven
Is but an illusion
And God the idea insane
Could it possibly turn back
Camorras' tide
For peace upon the land to reign?
While despotism
A memory best
Forgotten
Festers bane upon the plains
Death grows tired of collecting
Unlike debt
That knocks unsolicited
The earth will continue to turn Blissfully
And life
Continues to flourish
What imprint will posterity find
Of yours and mine left behind?
Will peace reign or
Violence shine?
Or will man himself
Be
Left
In
Decline?
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
