Salvation’s Demise
The flickering flame
Of greed and deceit
Whips its malevolent tongue
Around the voiceless masses,
Poking, prodding, crushing…
The wills of millions
Destined to satisfy
The blood lust
Of an insatiable thirst.
Rebellion is a dream
Fraught with insomnia.
For surely now,
Hope is
Dead?
Soul’s defamation
Uncovers
A revelation –
Death is the only
Liberation.
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