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Kaliban Vega Jul 2017
I held her in my arms,
And whispered in her ear,
As we gazed upon the stars,
Stay safe my dear,
I'll be back by noon.

I laced up my boots,
Donned a suit of hypocrisy,
I chased after my roots,
Joined the do-ocracy,
Asked for God's boon.

I searched for a purpose,
And found it in war,
Where we sacrifice corpus,
And yet I desire more.
I chased after a tomb.

Some hail us as knights,
A title for which I reach,
As we display our might,
Democracy we preach,
I follow ambition's croon.

In a deal too good to pass,
A situation many envy,
Yet my thoughts are rather crass,
About being a levy.
It feels like chasing doom.

How may I chase after glory,
And tell those behind to yield,
To deny them their story,
To try to be an absentee shield?
I'll find out rather soon.
Kaliban Vega Jul 2017
I used to gaze across a lake,
Nature’s beauty on display,
Yet it was infested with snakes,
A visage that lured prey.

Prey would always come,
Unaware of yonder peril,
Til’ something had to be done,
And the city rendered it sterile.

Nature’s tenants slain’d
Trees burned by fire,
The lake eventually drained,
To make way for man’s empire.

I watch the weeds grow,
Up through a cracked foundation,
I listen to the birds crow,
Cursing humanity’s damnation.

I tighten my mask,
And check my filter’s firm grasp,
Through my city I pass,
Hearing echoes of its last gasp,

Live and let be,
A thought long forgotten,
My parents used to tell me,
Before I walked a path downtrodden.

Nature always found a way,
And grew through the radiation,
Changed itself under a glowing ray,
A ray the led to man’s exacerbation.

I watched the empires war,
I lament the fate of kindred,
Whom the third sun tore,
Their souls from earth lifted,

Some would say,
It was the Horsemen’s reign,
To them nay,
It’s just another day.

— The End —