Dark Days
Dark days dreadful indeed,
Promiscuous
peasants planting their seed,
Foreign to peace with galvanized hate,
With doubt in ourselves we submit to the great,
We say we are free but tend to conform,
Hand you a noose if you're out of the norm,
We proliferate lies and refute the truth,
Give up our ambition to feel aloof,
Please oh help us powerful god,
Stop those who lie, kill, and maraud,
We have succumbed to infinite darkness,
He may have created us, but has surely departed
Copyright © Miguel Scott | Year Posted 2014
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