Virmeris Utralien
if you had an eye to see
you would see what was written
about our next apocalypse
man, this world is a quagmire
so much evil has spread
and just on this day
that looked good to die
after the rain fell
leaving the filthy world washed away
and just tonight
when all that was lacking in blessing
finally seemed consecrated
then...
again we are pure mud
steeped in squalor and suffering
and even if it was epiphany
the promise of the end of pain
that arises every moment
or if it was a false joy
this little hope that insists
we would never give up trying to live
we would never think again
at the idea of being purified for nothing
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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