The Missing Generation
As the eagle soars
above the mountains,
so the missing generation
hides beneath the valleys.
Secrets kept in hidden places
corrupts the souls
of generations past
and generations to come.
The death of saints
is brought to nought
while the rise of evil grows
till it achieves victory over men.
Words become meaningless
and speaks the more;
names are changed
to suit the suitor.
The hush is audible
and the generation dies
within itself
to be exposed to the world.
The end never comes
but perpetuates the lie
that is
yet is not
till death becomes the cruel fate of one.
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