.
.
When truth
Becomes
Indistinguishable
From hypocrisy
And lies,
And betrayal is
Our only shield,
Our children’s
Children
Will be
Christened
Death.
.
Then war
Shall be
The playground
Of daemons
With no need
For illusion
Or disguise.
.
When veracity
Is a chaos which
Warms loveless
Hearts,
And tongues
Dance in
Forked trance,
Then tomorrow
Shall have no dawn,
Nor shall there
Be sorrow.
.
For infant
Unloved Death
Will find
Sustenance
In rotting
Gore, a
Wretched
Feast of Plenty
Readily available
On the
Playground of war.
.
.
Bear … 01.16.2015
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STOP
JUST STOP
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