Old fat men
Sat in their finely adorned sanctuary
Atop The earth
Once in a while, they look down
At what they have created
Disgust written in the lines of their face
But yet no form of colour within their eyes, no feel, no emotion
They just look down with nothingness within them
They extort and extort to beautify and adorn their empty lifeless shells
Robes of all colours to beautify their decaying souls
Hoping this might make the feel complete, give meaning to them
They watch their people beg for their care
It's a mass slaughter below
So much ruin, so much chaos
Everything out of place
The wind carrying the sorrow of mothers
The hatred and wrath of the youth
It's the 1st of October
Silence fills the air but it has lost its peace
It's painted with uneasiness
Green white green painted on the plain canvas but yet the art depicts madness, it's filled with shadows and void
Today they look down from their glorious tower
But their eyes aren't only reflecting soullessness
It's filled with something more
Something they can't seem to decifer
A combination of surprise and fear and so beautiful, so horrifying
The silence speak so loudly, it's blinding
The people are in unity
And this terrifies them
-Kassey.
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
