Pallor

One day I will see you again

To call me the wretch I am

For lost time

The task at hand

 

There is no calling

From beyond the veil

Wails proclaim the culling

Turning my face pale

 

Fond memories take form

Finding no time left after adjournment

This path so easily makes

Nihilistic sociopaths

 

Anything not held in remembrance

Shall find those gilded gates

No matter the labor or ethic

Will recompense be compensate

 

Riding lightning

At solemn vigils

 

Feigning pain

During the merriment

 

Find life

As a futile insult

 

Spitting in the face

Of forgotten gods

 

There is no will held

By god

Devil or man

That looks separable

 

Find the faith

In your loved ones passing

Find that strength

That you alone still stand

 

For nothing is

As fleeting as the faith of man

No purpose has meaning

When death offers its hand

 

 

 

 

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