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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Foul acts leave tainted oil upon the soul, smothering all that we are After the suffocation, only hollow remains For every tarnishing blow we deal to our existence there is a cost Blinded by arrogance and self-gratitude we plummet For we are not shards of light broken from otherworldly powers Cold breath of man looms over earth like thick smoke, with it cometh decimation and cancer The light no longer piercing through the putrid oil, blind we plummet Further,we descend into madness, greed and alienation The last breath long drawn Slaves to self-corruption, the milk of our light becomes sour So deep is our self-righteous belief held within the few That the painful cries of the mother fall upon death ears In darkness and silence, we plummet It would be wise not to question, if the answers you seek inflict trauma Blunt realization striking down upon the brittle fragments of hope Take solace in knowing that the destructive mechanisms set into motion will only destroy their architect for man is lost, and salvation becomes delusion as we disembowel our home, scar tissue forms over the damage The oil is sealed within us The right to spread the blaze will be stripped from us With the gifts we did not deserve Feel no sadness for the end of man, for we perished long ago Husks now, empty and without feeling Lord to man is a destruction Heaven holds no room for tarnished souls senseless we plummet. Hollow be thy name
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