Written From A Poetic Heart's True Renderings
Riding into oblivion's clouds
wearing rags, willfully blind shrouds
O'lord, such epic darkness burns
giving more hideous returns,
weeping songs, chaotic notes
as swollen drowned bodies float
rectitude of a ghostly dirge,
fruits of mankind's constant urge.
Hovering over bloody fields,
sad reaping of horrific yields
with innocence ruthlessly slain
winds of death, sorrows and pain,
bitter dregs of rot...
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