When the River Stops Flowing
Deer pace nervously
Peering at the sunset
They knew it not
But they knew it so
For the end was nigh
It made their blood cold
And bones go rigid
Oh dear such sweet deer
What future is left to them
Damned to be born
And damned to die
Before their fifth cycle
It's recycled fate
Passed down by a generation
That didn't ever care
Peer upon the fawn
That struggles daily
In a world full of toxicity
In a world slowly dying
The final generation
That will die illiterate
Without the grace of arts
To pacify troubled minds
When the river stops flowing
Oh dear such sweet deer
It made their bones go rigid
And their blood cold
For the end was here
But they knew it not
They knew it so
Beneath bittersweet sunset
They all finally died
When the river stopped flowing
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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