Without light, the world is cold and dark.
Sans decorous evergreens to light up the park.
Cries in the night, flesh hidden from view.
It’s a nightmare - a deep, unsettling brew.
The sun, moon and stars, lightning flash
all traded away for immorality’s cash.
“Think…think…think…”
Can’t remember one iota of ink
from the treasure trove of prophecy
and its fulfilment. Despondency...
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