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Jun 9
A power in numbers remain unused
And scattered are the whispers of the truth
Drawing parallels from the past
Another civilization fails to last

The prophets are all cast below
Yet myriad are the ones who know
The truth that still remains untold
Whilst those that roam are manifold

And many people claim to last
Yet generations came to pass
And all the remnants proceed to vote
To place the horns upon the goat

As beauty is chastised by elites
They replace the chasm with deceit
And spew their praises at the crone
Whilst demons elected to the throne

And when in power, we grow powerless
And this poisoned world became flowerless
And as each sin has turned to virtue
The credulous are all plagued to hurt you

Sloths slow elders to their grave
Whilst greed makes the wealthy cave
To envy is to be the same
As the homeless man who rants and raves

Yet lust consumes the weak of heart
And pride is taught right from the start
And wrath has learned to come in waves
And gluttons ***** through their days

And as the great deceiver lays his torch
The city has been set to scorch
Whilst some remain to seem unscathed
The multitude remain unsaved

Yet many turn to look the flame
And those that did did not remain
The refugees divide to sevens
As they seek refuge in the heavens
Written by
Cercis Walsh  18/M/New England
(18/M/New England)   
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