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Thoughts Past the Midnight Hour

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by TaelumEStarborn

by TaelumEStarborn

Father time mocks me with his melancholy,

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick."

Never going backwards, only ravenously devouring

My soul's Hour-Glass, wasting away my Life's vim.

While Mother Earth is slowly dying,

Deteriorated by smoke, torn down and broken,

Left to rot away after giving everything but receiving nothing in return.

Consumed by it's own children turned civilized savages.

Reduced by banality in this corrupted society,

Where Gender is Political gain and Sexuality is Religion.

So let me ask you, is it wrong of me to condemn those different than I,

When we are told to be unique by being inferior and conventional?

Being the Puppeteer of Shadows can become quite bothersome after a long while,

So I shall ponder Life's meaning and what I will have for breakfast in the morning

One final and last time before I whisper goodnight to the Universe,

Then slip into the tranquil and obscure arms of my beloved Comatose.