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Profound Mortality

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

I dont know why it just wrote itself maybe I am feeling prophetic.

Submitted:Jul 2, 2012    Reads: 43    Comments: 19    Likes: 8   

The incoherent voices that cloud my mind

Are singing a tune cast from before mankind


A bitter and twisted chord that does not rhyme

Written and told since the dawn of know time


A palpable coldness that taunts ones own ears

Played upon bleeding heartstrings to enhance fears


The decaying words trail off like died up tears

As will my body wither away with untold years


The lies and corruption thick like vitreous tar

Mar my thoughts of a time and place from afar


They hold me here in a diabolical wordless cage

Where I am not free to talk or otherwise engage


I must listen to the babble of childish taunts

Deep from within my own mind that it haunts


The insidious way in which it claws my skin

Is only equalled by the way it seeps deep within


The cold, dark, lifeless maleficent shadow of man

The only physical item left, to define me as human


As the purification of a life lost from stagnant pyre

Drains out of gods' holy womb, as a world ending fire.


Take a good look around at what we have all become

A society of prayers who are willing to succumb


So take control of your destiny before the sands run dry

And make something of yourself before you die


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