Procreating the New EraMature

On top of

Masses of rotting corpses,

Worn and decayed,

I see a decapitated

Head preaching

Hollow promises upon

The countless dead.

 

No,

I’m afraid to speak up.

I’m below the bodies.

I

Can’t see light.

I’m buried in the torment.

 

Near the

Edge of the destruction,

Men in robes,

Wave their hands,

And begin to speak

Of glorious times,

We do not know of.

 

Enough,

Of these lies.

I’ve tried to stay silent.

I

Cannot stand to see

These people waste away.

 

I’ve always wanted

To believe.

But I can’t replace the truth

Just to make myself feel safe.

I do not deal

In lies.

I will never lend an ear

To those spitting deception.

 

Inside of

The ancient cities,

Now lying broken,

They stand tall

And pretend to be

Our salvation,

Clothed in hope.

 

How

Is it possible

To be so blind?

Never

Will I take a bow

For that which is not real.

 

At the

End of the day,

The conclusion is

They win out,

And spill our blood.

No repercussions dealt.

The fiends escape.

 

Can

The populace be

Capable of being this naïve?

I

Must speak truth,

And punctuate these misconceptions.

 

I’ve always wanted

To believe.

But I can’t replace the truth

Just to make myself feel safe.

I do not deal

In lies.

I will never lend an ear

To those spitting deception.

 

Remove them from their podiums.

Toss them to the wolves they released.

Feed them the deception they breed.

Let them feast on the fire they burn.

 

End the constant wards fought for it.

Abolish and deny all their lies.

Malevolent lives will be discontinued.

Now is not the time to be sightless.

 

Open your eyes

To see outside the dome.

My friend, you have been asleep.

Return to your home.

 

Experience your irises,

Never having been used before.

Gaze into this new realm,

Where we have finished the war.

 

Rebuild

Without the guidance of the book.

Reconstruct

No more peering between lies.

Rebuild

No longer requiring faith.

Reconstruct

And see a new civilization.

 

I refuse

To believe,

And I will lead this final charge.

I will tear

At these walls,

Until the foundations begin to crumble.

 

Witness the procreation

Of a new species

Unchained and free.

Rebuild, reconstruct,

Let the faith deconstruct.

Rebuild, reconstruct,

Prepare the new era.

The End

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