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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our final hour draws near As the pillars of the earth Are raised above the threshold The human condition of primeval primitivity It's tribal, and civilized devices Our cherished, but brittle and unstable societal constructs Have been refined and pondered upon By wisemen for a millennia But they remain all the same of gold and jewel hoarding merchant swine Or the Lord of the land which still Holds in his hand the peasant lives have existed Since the days of Christ. Fortunes and prestige was made On backs of the slaves of man No longer slaves of one color race or Creed Be it the blindly led masses, or the ones Who exist to fill a pair of Jack boots To crush any who oppose the will of few Imposed upon the liberty and lives of the inumerable many Kept in listless contention like precious cattle cargo kept in comfort In the moments before slaughter No use for livestock who no longer can be soothed By the noise of the static which has kept them subjugated Slaves, by whatever name designated As a product of which the era produces for them Today still remained shackled Even as they no longer have chains To bind the spirit or flesh The forgotten Will not be extinguished They writhe in ancestral rage Their enemy oppressors Shall be cleansed as pennance In the fires of retribution But the end will be swift with coming winds of changes Which will blow with the sands of time Eroding the stone inscribed with the epitaph of humanity "What hope could there be, for us, when the light that we possessed Our compassion, the goodness of man, is something learned and not inherent in our souls And bring the torrent of uncivilized upheaval Tearing us like weeds from their earthly respite Grinding and rending us in our vessels back into the soil and seas. Relinquished to the warn embrace of our celestial mothers womb As she plants the cosmic seeds Sowed in the brilliance of her aeons And which grew the bountiful harvests that fueled our creation And let us to thrive as we found our way through a cruel, but natural order of selection The anomallic flux In a fluid plasticity of Biological machinations
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