Foreboding
There is pain in the eyes, if time was taken, it would be seen.
Busy are they, no time but to be blind, no visual hygiene.
Dirty, is the way of the worldly, covered in the devils boweled releasing.
Enthralled, as they flow down lavatory piping.
Developing gills for the sewered waters of living.
The pungent odors of its stench begins normalizing.
As the vague scent of yesterday rides the breeze, fading into the winds
of passing.
Pursuing and ridiculing the remaining few into hiding.
The old giving way to the new world orders enslaving.
War, famine, and disease, released to finalize controlling.
While the strangle hold around hopes neck is firmly choking.
dimming the light of life, for the curtains closing.
As the final stage is set, for God's ending.
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