I have no title for this, but it's all good. I missed this forum. I'v been so Busy with GSB article stuff, anyways, I have had writters block from lack of time to be inspired.
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A distant fog creeps over the ground,
as the world begins to perish.
The shrill howls are defeaning,
and blindness sinks in as well.
Every sin that you so sickly enjoyed,
emerges from the gloom.
Pay your debts do long deserved,
the torture has been placed on you.
The carriage draws near,
and the Earth blackens,
as the sky blandly
transitions through Grey shades.
Then the wind shitfs as
the moon dims out,
Prepare for a final plea.
The phantom stallions terrorize
you to the damned gates,
where cuiosity lures you in.
Where the words are imprinted
on your cold, lifeless lips,
and the seas are nothing
but an eternal wave of fire.
Beware of the void in time,
as it is at a terminal rest.
When the lies hold deadly grips,
the time has arrived for
the hideous apocalypse.
Beware of the void in time,
as it is at a terminal rest.
When the lies hold deadly grips,
the time has arrived for
the hideous apocalypse. <--I loved this stanza teh best.
even if you haven't written in a while the break worked well for you!
this poem was amazing, we knew it was the apocalypse before you told us, so that could have been left out
but this goes to show that GSB can actually have a poetic poem by a poetic poet