Poem #128: The Burning

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on June 23rd of 2020. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

The calm before and after the storm.

The fall of the tyrant God and scorn.

The collapse to order, the grave of tradition.

The spark that ignites the raging inferno within.

Come now, let us watch the world burn and devour the ashes.

Cower before the enraged masses.

Beg for mercy that you kept to yourself.

Witness the burning of human flesh.

Listen to the sounds of death.

The deafening cries of the unheard.

The blinding sight of the unseen.

You fear that which you do not perceive.

The moor nearsighted and far.

The collapse of the shooting star.

You made the choice, and now for you, there is no way out.

Now burn.

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