There is a power
In the slightest smirk
At the dour face
Of the reapers work
A hopeless joy
That can't be crushed
Or ripped apart
By vicious rush
With that seed
In soil- defeat
Sprouts ropey vine,
Humanity.
And so it goes
Until the end
This bitter fight
Of death and men.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
There is a power
In the slightest smirk
At the dour face
Of the reapers work
A hopeless joy
That can't be crushed
Or ripped apart
By vicious rush
With that seed
In soil- defeat
Sprouts ropey vine,
Humanity.
And so it goes
Until the end
This bitter fight
Of death and men.
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