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Flashes That Echo

Sudden flash evanescing slowly Cracks in a concrete sky Peering Leering over mountains of clay On this very day it comes apart Peeling away like withered bark on a tree Kill me............kill me The end of days Prolonged pain Suffer to eat Eat and suffer Paradoxal misery Limbo land of black and white Light and smite Let my soul fly like a kite Standing in burning sand Breeze so cold A monastery breathing in this place of old Ruins ever so shiver Slowly crumbling they wither Buried in darkened soil A past forgotten A life unspoken A lost future with no seats left Staring at an empty stage Within distant dreams Cleanse my soul with sage The moon cries as the sun dies Only darkness Only darkness Lonely stillness Nothingness and blackness Clouds of ink forecast shrouding and surrounding thee in melancholy Tears of blood slither down the pale white crown Sail through the flood created by the moon's frown Sorrows in a red storm Blood and ink pour Battle cries echo And flashes of the empty sky thicken Why art thou so stricken? Ships wood creak Sailing to lands so bleak On the shores of time Where no light will shine Reaching the end of the line Creatures dwell In dead seas beckoning On this dawn of Reckoning Emerging from the surface Spewing venom lost The warriors hail from the lands of dead frost Beseech me at no other cost The souls of soldiers that are resting in pandemonium Are burning from embers like plutonium Confused in a nightmare Stuck inside the belly of the beast Friendly soldiers like bacteria keep dying Within tubed walls Stories from a crying stomach Black clouds like curtains slowly shutting Fading into black Despair beyond repair

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