Sirens song.
Fleeting.
Power.
Flush of
power
so very
fleeing.
Brass ring
too hot
to hold.
Intoxicating.
Euphoric.
Fleeting.
Grasping,
holding on.
Soul crushing
impossibility.
Lusting for
the quest.
Ends
justify the
means.
Here today
gone
tomorrow.
Eventually
dies.
Damage,
carnage,
all
for a
moment.
Everlasting
carnage
for a
moment
of power.
Frailty.
Human
frailty,
seduced.
Sirens sound
impossible to
ignore.
Human will,
unfit
for the
task.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2022 18:42
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
That's politicians for you John! LOL
Andy
Yup, my inspiration for this piece.
Thanks for reading.
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