(By: Reddit user LadyMorgana15)
First the children,
One by one,
Bloodied, broken,
Screaming, done.
Then the elders,
Weakened and gray,
Boiled alive,
Easy prey.
Then the men,
A tougher task,
Turn the knife on their breast,
For their truth do I mask.
Last the women,
Mothers and wives,
Seize their hearts
As I smother their lives.
Mankind is broken,
Through them all have I spread,
But a new era will come,
When I raise the dead.
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Poetry in the dark
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