none shall stand
son of Man
son of fools
son of myths and imagination
do you not know the device that stands before you?
what stands before me
what surrounds me is a flowering field
infested with life, life in all of its essences.
burning with souls that roar at the sky
beating at the earth, begging for a peace, a spared life, a just end that will never come
a flower will not beg for its life
it has no strength to give voice to its desire to live
i detest, destroy weakness
slowly, silently
then all at once
this flowering field
shall not know mercy
son of Man
none shall stand
none shall rise again
the sun will rise over a dead world
and i shall make it to fall myself
and who shall have the strength of soul
to bear the device that stands before you?
when the sword glistens in the light,
who shall witness the flash of death?
who can bear it all to watch me drown the light?
Copyright © Ramael Ashta | Year Posted 2024
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