Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Ghosts: Elegy For Earth

Grating voices, ghosts that cry.
Watch the innocent bleed and die.
A poor man's fight, a rich man's war.
Unending night, all life abhorred.

Hatred feeds a growing lust,
The broken lay beneath the dust.
Behind the storm the sun drips red,
Black curtains fall to mourn the dead.

Perfection of the overthrown:
The strength of man till now unknown.
From somewhere in the dark they scream,
A world of waste that stands unclean.

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