Sorrow filled days of disease,
the faceless shadows arise.
The fear breeds among the lust,
now reflects creations demise.
So to the idols
wait for the impending doom,
under a godless sky,
yet we walk on further
on broken glass.
Our feet will heal
but our souls will stay severed.
Doused with humanity's blood,
Awaiting the crucifixion,
no one is forgiven,
everything precious will be lost.
We have programmed ourselves to die.
A death wish has been ingrained
almost with our first breath,
we are taught to expect our last.
Science has done its best to choke off
the true instincts of humankind.
Death is impatient and thoughtless,
mortality is a disease
to the immature mind.
Embrace the gifts before us
Paradise is underfoot
We've lost site of the bounty before us
Boundless resource of
pleasure and plenty.
Living for an intangible.
In a future clouded with doubt.
One step forward is one step
deeper into the grave.
Breathe... The breath of life..
©infj-loki
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