| The End of the Divine |
| The End of the Divine In the end the streets will flow With blood and fire A healthy glow. In the end panic will sweep, All of mankind Right off its feet. In the end the plants will grow Upon the corpses of the gone Who didn�t want to go. In the end hell will engulf the earth And for those left Life wont be worth. With death do us part From our soul and our heart Our mind, and our soul, forgotten with the old. Human life is more precious than That of gold� Yet taken as a goal To end by the pros Assassins from the crust The nether land; the lust In the end your body will rot to dust Your heart, your mind, your soul Will cease to be, along with that of creed This arrangement of words of which you read Will be dust or dead, along with what you see The end may be near But have no fear� Pain is non-existent in the realm of the dead Corpses floating in the blood of the innocence Those in which were slaughtered in vain Smoldering piles of human existence which at once Held the living, the few, the brave Till the end I say the end is near Maybe in the hope that you will fear Or maybe so you appreciate the time left here. By Kyler St. Clair |
| Thsi is a kyler original. Not that its an under-writen subject, but I never wrote about it. I like this poem. It puts a little shiver down my spine. I love it. |
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