Holes
There are holes in the fabric of the universe.
Where the diamond-hearted used to reside.
Alive-shining beyond bright-warming kind.
Mindless reapers -whipping poison scythes.
Another hole in the fabric of the universe.
Rapidly filling with holes-deep black holes
Swallowing souls-vomiting misery's bones.
Where's our God-balm to quiet the mind of man...
to work the shine back into the gems.
No more holes -only diamond shine.
Into the heart and soul of all mankind.
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