The sons of Hades
Roam the earth with glee
Infecting the minds of men tirelessly
The effect is such
That the earth is ravaged
By the blood, sweat, and tears
Of the millions She nurtured and nourished
The sons of Hades
Sprout up in the annals of the brain
Banishing all the innate consciences of men
Homes become hostile
Streets become sanguine
Buildings become battlefields
Such is the ability of the sons of Hades
The end is nigh
With humanity embroiled in its last battle
But is it one with the conscience
Or the pawns of the sons of Hades
Soon few remain
Hidden in the shadows of dystopia
But the sons of Hades
Will taint the purity of all
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
Under the rubble
Of humanity’s last battle
Lay the lost children
The neglected, impoverished and unfortunate
Subject to the politicking of cruel men
Their souls polluted with the dust of the devil incarnate
The children have no voice
Lost, in the darkness of Damascus
Stolen, in the ruins of Rwanda
But their odes shall remain
Imprinted upon
The broken concrete of civilization
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC