Rhythmic Poetry

Time’s Remorse

Sorrowed live the spawn of man, in time’s remorse
they die in youth, and age in evil’s grip
hounded in their mind by mounds of reasoned shit,
they suffer in the frames of pain and sickness’ course.
Darkened storm the days of man upon the earth,
black clouds upon the future’s still horizon.
Rains descend upon his bright and shiny reason
thence from death he dies undead until his birth.
Unholy words and deeds brew draughts of death
that deep within the witch’s drink humanity consumes.
Lost within hell’s smog, a cloud of deathly fumes
and choked in sin’s embrace, incapable of breath

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