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Apocalypse of the Existential Kind

Poetry By: samadhi
Poetry


Destruction of a person can come from another....


Submitted:Jan 3, 2010    Reads: 57    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


And all at once this world ended as I took my nails and ran down it's back

The blood, the juices flowing, was all too enticing to the mind

Earthquakes of screams jumped from my throat and into the great divide

Our god is dead; it died from bad karma, the jealousy of our worshiping another

The skylines caught fire from the breath of human greed (just like our creator)

I couldn't help but laugh as the bodies fell while our economy crashed

And what did it all mean on that day?

The death of our platform, the rise of the "insane"

Is this blood on my lips really from your flow?

Beauty of destruction

The death of a child

Tradition losing meaning

Blood sucked out of veins

You think I'm profane?

It is you who cause this existential suicide!





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