Do Not Cry, Loved One. The Earth Is Almost Over Poem by Fallen Too Far
Do Not Cry, Loved One. The Earth Is Almost Over
upon the arrival of the blinding sun
the earth drops thankfully into a rapid darkness
descending into the orbit of another godless mindset
obscenely unaware of a moral genocide
bleeding wounds reduced to cut scenes
unecessary in comparison to exponentially more
than the mind can handle and thus intake
at a rapid fire of the mouth and deaden of the heart
hope cries from a mutilated world
trapped in a cage hammered of denial and lust
for another human's life, or the lack of it
as if that would be the answer.
A revelation! And a cry will be the only thing you can do. Neatly chosen words. This masterpiece is undefinable! ! A 10 from me definitely!
Here, Here... a gentle reminder, for after all, it is not all about here... 10 : -)
blinded sun, blinded sky, and blinded universe, I think is a protest song, commnet my colloboration protest song to warlords thanx and 10
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5/2/2024 6:33:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, F. T. F. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.