Of the apocolypse
sachinc
Posts: 117
The last remaining light flutters down through the wastes.
The empty desert that once, as children
We would all gather round and drink
Under the shade of the Old Oak.
And now the desert storms are far from
The long forgotten dream
That rests, caught between an empty morality
That defines our way of life.
Still, no peace is found,
Under the Old Oak,
The only shadow that falls
Upon the barren wastes.
And the graves that no one ever sees,
With nothing to see
No reason to be
But a harsh reminder of reality.
It's nice to kid yourself
Once in a while, but
Never dwell in disbelief
Before you hurt yourself.
And, perhaps, you find yourself
An oasis of rest
Know only, that everything can destroy itself
and Nothing is Forever
Dedicated to humanity
Eradicted infancy
Accelerated hypocrisy
And we are all to blame
The empty desert that once, as children
We would all gather round and drink
Under the shade of the Old Oak.
And now the desert storms are far from
The long forgotten dream
That rests, caught between an empty morality
That defines our way of life.
Still, no peace is found,
Under the Old Oak,
The only shadow that falls
Upon the barren wastes.
And the graves that no one ever sees,
With nothing to see
No reason to be
But a harsh reminder of reality.
It's nice to kid yourself
Once in a while, but
Never dwell in disbelief
Before you hurt yourself.
And, perhaps, you find yourself
An oasis of rest
Know only, that everything can destroy itself
and Nothing is Forever
Dedicated to humanity
Eradicted infancy
Accelerated hypocrisy
And we are all to blame
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