The world is close to shattering.
Tyrants, Heartless Pychopaths -
Lead the world to volcanic ends.
Where the pressure builds,
Heat rises, Volume increases.
The Chamber cannot take it,
It overflows.
And the fauna gets burnt, Dead,
The flora - Ashes.
& the people consume.
Consume until consumed,
Devoured completely.
And they themselves are
To Blame.
We burn to embers
With the cinders,
Ashes left,
All that's left?
We had sight,
But blind with flase promises.
Blinded by fright,
But remember,
Darkness is blinded in the light.
Paths taken -
Others lost.
When you turn
What's the cost?
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
The world is close to shattering.
Tyrants, Heartless Pychopaths -
Lead the world to volcanic ends.
Where the pressure builds,
Heat rises, Volume increases.
The Chamber cannot take it,
It overflows.
And the fauna gets burnt, Dead,
The flora - Ashes.
& the people consume.
Consume until consumed,
Devoured completely.
And they themselves are
To Blame.
We burn to embers
With the cinders,
Ashes left,
All that's left?
We had sight,
But blind with flase promises.
Blinded by fright,
But remember,
Darkness is blinded in the light.
Paths taken -
Others lost.
When you turn
What's the cost?
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