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This sense of fear that grows as twilight fades
And reapers of souls descend on the Earth,
To feed on destruction in chaos’ birth,
Dear angels of truth tremble in the shades.
The eyes of Man see nothing but old mud,
Where the beauty of nature once stood proud,
There is no movement, not even a cloud,
Divine Mother sucked dry of sacred blood.
The warning signs lie silent and ignored,
With pathways to life eternally closed,
If only they listened or just supposed
For a moment so time could be restored.
As Earth enters apocalyptic age,
All life must pay this, the final wage.





Form: Canadian Sonnet

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Structure: Composed over 3 quatrains and a couplet

Meter: Consistent iambic pentameter or decasyllabic

Rhyme Schema: abba cddc effe gg

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