...Contaminated

By SolApathy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urdv-CTuEpo

Entwinement
Chaos initiative of a dire derivative
Pungent recompense of revenge
Look to my wicked smile, singed
Entropy of a rage from the ashes of decay
I burn beyond fires’ blaze
Culmination of promises bent then broken
I am the antipathy of a Galaxy’s revulsion
Humanity intubated with toxic thoughts
Wicked are the wars never fought
I shall bring the curse the universe has fated
Pale is the mare of death’s flare
Conquest has already fallen
As wars are begotten
Famine of intellect infect those without regret
I bring upon a universe foul
Apocalypse of imminent inception
There is no belief
And yet I still ride
Burn my mares’ hoofs across cerise skies
I am not faith, nor death
I am the rebirth of a universe that demands respite
Put down your mortal weapons as my nova burns bright
Incinerating this human blight from the cosmic night

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, November 26, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

As the final star falls and the night grows dim --I feel the true darkness is still my own sin...
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  • A former member wrote: The very mention of a pale mare makes me think of the Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse, although I can't exactly remember what the pale horse is supposed to be a harbinger of. That being said, this gave me chills, as indeed, the end times are lurking around the corner. Deeply haunting and moving, dearest. Rebs:).

  • SolApathy On Sunday, December 3, 2017, SolApathy (667)By person wrote:

    ...And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him, love. Always enjoy reading your comments.

  • A former member wrote: Thank you for clarifying that for me, Love. I thought that it could be Death, but I was so sure it was Famine. It's been a long time since I sat through a Biblical lesson. Thank you again, dearest. Rebs:).

  • dwells On Monday, November 27, 2017, dwells (4284)By person wrote:

    I think that 3 mile asteroid is supposed to brush by us on Dec. 17th, Sol. Meanwhile, this was the perfect DP poem that kicks sand in the face of creation for lacking imagination (hey, it rhymes!). Cheers my friend! - Dan

  • SolApathy On Monday, November 27, 2017, SolApathy (667)By person wrote:

    This comment made me laugh, I love it lol

  • Drea On Monday, November 27, 2017, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    I love the tag "cosmic storm". That's what this feels like.


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