Monday, November 5, 2012

Feared Future

Tracing down a forlorn wall, the lies portrayed fester and fan the echoes of inhuman horrors wrought by man's hand. What will be our end, our eulogy, our conviction once our soul has leaked out from our cold, callous, depraved hearts. Will the wretched stench of our failure and selfish fealty wreak upon the lofty clouds of heaven. As one's gaze lifts upwards they will lament and weep over the stains that our sins have lavished upon the sky. The once vast, hopeful and inspiring palette will no longer brighten. Its rains will no longer refresh. Its canopy will no longer comfort from the suffocating heat. Like virulent mold our lives will spread poison and sour all that is good. For we are man. May we unite in the discord we embrace.

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