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A stroll in the park
I See
A thousand faceless soldiers, lined up in rows
A thousand heartless reapers, their voice the shriek of crows
A thousand Wingless doves limpet to their death
A thousand Withered World Eroding until there is nothing left
A bird that mocks and hocks the dawning of the day
The same bird that stayed afloat a drowning of sorrow; dismay
Smothered and left trampled; the heart is left to bleed
The greed of hunger mourns over the creed on sanctities of poverty
I've reached ground break; the set of the sun sleeping
The cries of pitiful hunger as I walk my insides leak the bleeding
A thousand meaningless souls, connected as one
A thousand still in a row, meaning no one cares of this gun
A thousand voices in mumbles, this is charity to me
A thousand more bullets to go, so i caress the gun GENTLY
The messed and mangled condemned with hours to spend
but not a thing to do ; eternal flames so hard to comprehend
Angels falling left and Right, Daggers of light upon the unknown
Hate rises like a rose and poisons the taste of love, its corpse Wind blown
Chimes of the whisper carousel through these emotions
placing them in fear and anger, dipping them into the lonely ocean
pleading them of mercy; slaps of a gore spear and pin
paintings of lustful barracks turn to ashes and blow away with the wind
Rubik cubed icing topped onto this Armageddon
Peeping toms see through the cracks of the ground with sins imbedded.
Late days and early graves cometh in times perennial endurement.
From the darkest of dims to the hymns encompassed by abhorrence.
Evil spawns cloaked with Death's remedy, armed with scythes bitterly-
Sins' accomplish and manifest sporadically through nights epiphany.
Slowly my eyes demise; benches bend on woes of pain
Rain stumbles on down from the heavens; bitter enrooting of the devils name
The dominant sequence blows gusts that shrugs the trees
Leaving chaos and massacre behind; demolishing all there is to see.
Giftless hell's through shiftless spells dwell Earth's core here and now,
As spirits vow great allegiance to those who have witnessed tales.
Fallen foes, Valiant armies arose where those chose to impose goes.
Laid deep beneath the Earths turf, soiled within the surface folds-
Tarnished sounds of anguished souls sing songs of temperate woes.
One hell of a promenade, one End after the other flows,
..........In the dark........
-It all ends as a stroll in the park.
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