Post Trauma
in the aftermath of global awakening
rotting limbs litter the barren landscape
festering corpses piled high as far as the eye could see.
the dying earth weeps tears of crimson
as the oceans turn from sapphire to ruby with the blood of a species of sin.
no man stands to walk upon her face once more
as the blinding light of truth has obliterated the entire population of forsaken fools.
cretins whom having their lives decided for them were unable to cope
when the empire they built their world around tumbled in upon itself.
Copyright © Joanna Lapoint | Year Posted 2013
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