The Bitter Truth

Skies so black, like, cold, cold, coal, barren ground, exposing ones soul. Mysteries of the universe, does anyone hold, only decades of time, will show. Masters of creation, all play a part, made from deception, from the start. Bringing much turmoil, where no one hides, makers of misery, and lies. Doom is the reaper, no conscious at all, standing in a place, destined to fall. Greed wins over, and cast goodness out, as they lay down their weapons, and shout. Long will be the journey, for the guilty of heart, denying to them self, they were ever a part. Sadness will follow these cold black hearts, as they wallow in the blood, death has marked. Sands of evil, infested with pain, masters gather, plotting their gain. Torment of the innocent, no voice be heard, waiting for victory, and graves be dug. Temptation of power, so easily taken, cover it up, someone is mistaken. Cascades of smoke, swirling to the sky, the bitter truth, our freedom died.