In the gathering storm
of earthly mortality,
I am drip, dripping away.
In the scorching heat
of senseless brutality
I am melting sadly away.
The salty tears of my fleshly eyes
Swell the burden of my soul;
With every step humanity dies
From wounds of its own insanity.
All the towers of excess material gain;
The flowering pleasure of decadent lives,
Built so soundly on another person’s pain;
Paid for dearly with the innocent’s blood.
In the dark night
of this time bound age,
I am slipping softly away.
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