Dark clouds started to cover the skies;
Thunders started to growl.
Strong winds invaded the land.
Man hid from their houses but never felt cozy.
The hypocrites are now on their hideout
The greed already went to their vault.
Trying to save what once were theirs,
For they are afraid to be degrade from where they belong.
The millennium that was made for fraud.
The century fated for the horned.
The era that was intended for selfishness.
The time for inequality, discrimination and outcasts.
No right voices were heard.
All those who are true are hidden.
The Caste made its way again.
No one has freedom for no one ever spoken.
The judgment has no signs yet;
Suffering will still have its crown.
The world will still be covered with the worst odds.
And the once we called angels,
Will always have their black wings.
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THE CHANTS OF OBLIVION: Poems and Flashes
PoetryA collection of all phases of life directed away from the light.
