A liberation of languid souls
My clarion call cut through the still of night
Answered by rising voices worn with plight
Countless fearless faces appeared out of the haze
Our gathering mass, destined to bring better days
Dwelling in our hearts, the yearning light of fire
Spreading in our souls, transformed into a pyre
For as the dawn of judgement came
We set this wretched world aflame
For noone had heard our whispers
And noone had seen the grief
Imprisoned in our bodies
Condensed in restless sleep
We marched towards sunset to seal our ultimate fate
All spirits trapped in limbo we had sworn to liberate
Soullessness of societies our blackened flames devoured
The putrid houses of the holy ablaze in final hour
As night fell on scorched lands powerless to repel
Our maker bid the earth one last farewell
And watched the people of the damned
Lay down in a thousand tombs prepared
Reflecting on a dying world's departure
He acknowledged his creation's failure
The greed, the hate, man's ways so vile
That night God slept with a newfound smile
Poetry by Tim Ohman
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Written on 2013-09-21 at 02:41
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