Part 1: Fall
The inescapable dark despair of men's mortality
A constant that corrupts and overturns any strong principality
A void that takes someone from everyone regardless of how they plea
The reality that is death will take everyone and leave not one be
At the zenith of the fourth great war men mastered immortality
Life everlasting was stolen from the pious fabled gods and made a reality
The victory was hard won by the few that were of high wealth
Leaving all others to wail as they plummet from the ropes cut short by health
The Darkness gave ear to the pathetic pleas of the perishing men
It cast its gaze upon them and decided to allow the victory once again
The great gift was given and all relished in eternal life
Man believed that they had finally finished the accursed feast of strife
The great war waged on regardless of the wondrous gift
Man was consumed by hate, the curse that no power could ever lift
Brother turned on brother as likewise did daugter on daughter
The fight was for the dominance that could only be obtained through slaughter
The lead burdened roar of the lions tore through the bodies of the disloyal
Whilst in turn the the fiery breath of the dragons melted away the flesh of royal
The broken bodies were piled in a brutal and bloody mess
But, as made apparent by the writhing, the world at no point had one life less
Once monstrous men were pacified upon viewing the eternal death.
The peace was brought about by the fear of a forever breathing death’s last breath.
The bodies were hidden hurriedly from sight to keep sanity
Whilst the offending parties were restrained and locked away from the rest of humanity
Five years later, peace was no longer proposition or false promise of politics
Humanity repressed itself to avoid creating more monsters and lunatics
The New World Order exerted its global dominance to ensure that life had a controlled flow
An entire world was humbled, broken, and brought down low
The New World Order’s power had no end or hindrance in sight
Each new law and weighty demand was unopposed and given no worthy fight
The woman's womb was made worthless and barren to compensate for the lack of space
Those that lost their sanity to old age were erased to keep moral and public face
Humanity had made a false peace with immortality
The price was, of course, all semblance of morality
The Darkness decided he wished to obtain his due payment
Humanity’s gift would become their fetters of enslavement
The Darkness created the dismal abyss, death's door
Tis an emptiness that violently ensnares all light that the sun doth dare pour
Whilst from within the unfathomable force of Darkness emits only the foul fog of fear
This is the terror that forces stout men to break and thus forsake all they hold dear
First came the howling banshees and their armies of wraiths
Heralds of despair and crushers of all faiths
They formed in the shadows and the darkness of night
Hunting out those that strayed from the light
The dark apparitions were taller than the tallest of giants
Their eyes were piercing red rubies, squelching all will of defiance
Their long agile limbs grabbed all that fell in their sight
Man could only cower as infants in the overwhelming might
Later came the herald’s hounds of horror
Stalking and and feasting on those that heard their mighty roar
Man had become the prey despite how hard they prayed
The hounds had no mercy and ate men where they laid
Then came the ghastly ghouls in the wake of the hounds
Great behemoths upon a thousand legs to scour the mounds
They consumed the broken bodies which humanity had hidden
The ghouls then took them to the abyss as they were bidden
Humanity was hunted to to the ends of the Earth
There was no safety in great hall or warm hearth
The Darkness’s pawns were quickly closing in
Humanity had fallen far and could never win
The terrain that once was in flames had fallen to the shadows
The once bright world had been taken and hung at the gallows
The endurance of the eternals was at its end
The mighty will of man had turned to insanity as it was rend
Part 2: Fate of the hunted
I had known that eternal life was not meant to be
The gift was only a tool with which to maim
We had only gained means to flee
Death had made itself a twisted hunt of game
I am but prey upon this miserable plane
In the end it had made humanity a prize it would claim
I had received a means to elude life's bane
At the price of all else that I had held dear
I can no longer escape from my pain
I am beyond broken and no longer fear
I no longer seek escape from the purgatory that I have wrought
My heart is as stone as I hold back each tear
Despair dominated me when I paused and thought
My resolve meant nothing in the least
My fate was not mine despite how I fought
Death would always have man as its feast
I can hear the silent stalker’s breath
I will never escape from the great beast
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Author:
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- Published: December 20th, 2017 08:34
- Category: Sociopolitical
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