Profound Mortality

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I dont know why it just wrote itself maybe I am feeling prophetic.

Submitted: July 01, 2012

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The incoherent voices that cloud my mind

Are singing a tune cast from before mankind

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A bitter and twisted chord that does not rhyme

Written and told since the dawn of know time

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A palpable coldness that taunts ones own ears

Played upon bleeding heartstrings to enhance fears

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The decaying words trail off like died up tears

As will my body wither away with untold years

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The lies and corruption thick like vitreous tar

Mar my thoughts of a time and place from afar

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They hold me here in a diabolical wordless cage

Where I am not free to talk or otherwise engage

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I must listen to the babble of childish taunts

Deep from within my own mind that it haunts

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The insidious way in which it claws my skin

Is only equalled by the way it seeps deep within

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The cold, dark, lifeless maleficent shadow of man

The only physical item left, to define me as human

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As the purification of a life lost from stagnant pyre

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

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Take a good look around at what we have all become

A society of prayers who are willing to succumb

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So take control of your destiny before the sands run dry

And make something of yourself before you die


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