Prophet's Truth

The end comes with silent step,
yet heard from infinity's end;
Shouting commands from the void,
releasing endless sorrow forever;
the final days live on unaware,
as destiny's plan continues to exceed;
swallowing souls of black and ash,
devouring a life of lifeless needs;
the sorrow, the pain, the injustice of being,
costly existence begins to receive;
preordained reality rolling endlessly,
haze and confusion sweep the cosmos;
rearranging existence and banishing the old,
under rule, under law, under god;
the seals of command and given control,
forever declared as the prophet's dream.
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Published on June 19, 2013 13:25 Tags: dark-poetry, poem
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