Logic Is a Casualty In Their War
The lies surround us
Seeping into our skin like water
Uncontainable
Unstoppable
Unattainable
The words spoken, once silent
Now decayed in our hearts
Intangible
Insidious
Indefatigable
The orderly mind now deceased
Ruled by passion, and anger, and hate
Mutable
Dilutable
Corruptible
Floodgates open wide
Pouring the fire of rage into our souls
Mindless
Thoughtless
Kindless
Logic is a casualty in their war.
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2021
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