Wake with the sun, and die with it

furnace of the gods refurbished

now used only to burn bodies

the warmth and light and life is incidental

as are the upturned eyes blinded

If they only knew what their refuse created down here

form from shadow crawling out of thought

to rule the debris fields, the piles of rubble

crouched with knife in hand 

and teeth bared to empty wastes

and the fate of kings comes

hooded in the night

calling the faithful to gather

and see what monuments have been built

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Hope everyone’s doing well!

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