The Human Hoax|
Shriveled minds digest what's been lost,
in the abode of a manipulative quietness,
thus fearsome rages dab at darkened frost,
for destruction is penchant to the devil's malaise.
They falter at the sheer scent of their disdain,
bleeding within, wrought in a hapless emblem.
Hearts succumb to treacherous thorns of insane-
jesters of amethyst seas, turned to black rain.
Phantoms of feral tactics, rummage through wrath,
infatuated by the skies of deathly-colored steam.
A fraudulent meaning invents a bloodbath,
with an oblate structure, a time for vicious hollows.
They wade petals of antiquity's threatened flowers,
sprinkled upon by uncanny consonance of doom.
Thus bones decay at their menacing retaliation,
as their souls weep with civilians of instigation.
Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 04-Dec-2010|