Chronological series of apocalyptic events,
Turn up with the tides of time.
Death of an illusion and the dawn of the truth
While we remain
In oblivion of our crimes.
Latent forces disappear while screams soar high.
Perihelion draws nearer as brave men die.
Claustrophobic fears start welling in our minds
While we remain
In oblivion like the rest of our kind.
Pure light in us that this world seeks to devour.
Its raining fire while the minions sell their souls
For a drop of the elixir to rupture their seed,
To heal the wounds they had to bleed,
While paying the debts of their oblivion.
What if its the Devil that shows mercy,
While the Angel builds on wrath?
What if its not the sprouting seeds that make us live
But fire that's disrupting our path?
The world's facing extinction
With this implosion inside.
The end is near,
But who are we to decide?
4 comments:
"Claustrophobic fears start welling in our minds
While we remain
In oblivion like the rest of our kind"
My fav lines ^^
And to add to that, the last 2 stanzas are beyond great as well.
I know I said I thought this one had a bit too much words, but then I realized that's the whole point of this. So, forgive me for what I said earlier :D
not an issue :P
great poem and great theme
hoew did u enable older posts and new posts after each post?
I don't know what you're talking about :P
Thanks for commenting though :)
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