Firefly

Chasing those fireflies

Lights that flicker in the dark

Guiding you home

To the abyss

Torpor

Lulling the sheep

To sleep

The mesmerizing hands

Of the puppeteers

Ashes

When the lies never stop

When revolution becomes the puppet of the top

When your promised future is just lies and slop

We are left with not but ashes

In The Gray

We fade into oblivion

Under the callous gods

We made


Proceed

The crumbling artifice

Whose bellows wheeze and groan

Black lifeblood spilling in spurts

Shuddering its final days


Abandoned Deserters

Old honor

Held in the den of thieves

Dark deeds overshadow

Dark thoughts in the cage

Lying Eternal

A hunk of meat

That once held dreams

An open mind

Splashed against the back wall

Paradigm

Harken the cries of a new era

Artifice meets opportunity

Finding new horrors

Generating a new paradigm

Plague

Crystalline frost

Breathes the mother

As shadows creep over

Empires of man

Disparate

When worlds collide

There is always cross-pollination

With worlds so disparate

It is seen as cross-contamination

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