Father of Transgression

Desolate
melancholic
mournful
tolling
grey waters
pierced
bell rings
striking metal
roiling
seas rise
tides flood
no longer receding
turning ever inward
encroaching
mankind
driven
back
ever back
plots of tiny land
all around
water comes
creatures
long forgotten
rearing
myths alive
death
constant
if caught out
alone
unaware
hunter
now
hunted
time
time
time  
time
and again
shaking heads
reminded you were
of folly
of cultivating wealth
over repairing damage
past reparations
made
for sins of your father
destroying our world.
©August 19/20
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Pale Death of Renewal

Death strides
stalks
struts
empty streets
alleys littered with corpses
life so empty
dancing
twirling
giggling
downfall of mankind
so easy to orchestrate
only takes a few
sheer stupidity
always outweighs sanity of many.
Few have been saved
few will return
to rebuild an age
of harmony
of peace
of tranquility
done with removal
eradication
of those who longed for war
longer for ultimate control
their time is no more.
Charlatans helped
spreading lies
pretending voice of God
spoke directly to
dictating truths
used as vile weapon
utter disregard
yet still looked upon as saviour
why heads in the sand?
Pointed fingers
wicked whispered word
one here
that one there
come together
plots exploded
now the world is calm.
Under brilliant stars
first night light
aux natural
beauty long forgotten
finally to return.
©Aug. 3/20
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