Cover thy traces and
leave gods to rot
Sober there be none, they
smoked too much pot
As for the moon and
stars… bury the lot
Drag sun’s body into
slumber where escape he shall not
Bring chaos to love
like you have been taught
Time the twilight
that upon order was brought
Rusted words taint
the muse that my feather has sought
Melt Eros with the
chains of lust in which he got caught
Mortals become immortals
as pale Chronos they fought
Living pastel turns
into undead angels and remains naught
Angel’s shadow evicts
from souls light’s drought
The seers hasten with
the future forethought
Besieged is thy soul,
the victors have kneeled and peace have besought
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