how little do all things matter
the pains, the trials, the daily irks
when the fist of doom batters
on the creaking door of a pillow fortress
the invisible becomes invincible
while we grasp at straws
as the world falls into a bottomless pit
with no way to get out
so where will your gods run to now?
will they suffer with us lesser mortals
which ones will you eat first?
when the flames reach your shores
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here's hoping we all get through this in not too many pieces.
the pains, the trials, the daily irks
when the fist of doom batters
on the creaking door of a pillow fortress
the invisible becomes invincible
while we grasp at straws
as the world falls into a bottomless pit
with no way to get out
so where will your gods run to now?
will they suffer with us lesser mortals
which ones will you eat first?
when the flames reach your shores
----
here's hoping we all get through this in not too many pieces.
suddenly all the dark poetry doesn't seem as dark as the world outside :)
ReplyDeletereally man, all the complaints and issues seem so insignificant now.
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