The World Is a Vampire
Roots fading from dehydration
as the fire obliterates all.
Whilst black clouds
rain unfamiliar drops of blue.
The oppressor
forces objects upon the population.
Objects perceived as evil;
a strong unpleasant burden.
What has come about?
I wish to escape it.
Still it feels harmless,
for I identify with my own eyes,
in it, Christ.
It's awfully mystifying though,
for I feel hesitant.
While it's destructive
I notice the crucifixion.
Can all this be present in the world?
How did it come to be?
It's like the world senses mankind is
lukewarm, and spews its garbage on it recurrently.
Dumping all the malevolence ever created
on each and every soul,
and there's no way to elude it.
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