No Right Answer

There are none

No innocents here

Not a stone to throw

At lives made of glass


Narcissism is a rule

To lives known to one

Peace one cannot know

When others cannot be known


Feel the embers cool

On the ashes of the past

Fell the spark of fire

On the woods of the future


Know not of who we are

Or that of which we were

Find salvation in abyss

Finding salvation in altruism


Nothing more can be left

When cornerstones upturned

The spirit fled

When smog dimmed the light


The simple truth of death

Paled in comparison

To the lies of light

And information


Again these facts

Will find light of their own accord

To bleach the bones

In the sun of eternal truth


No mercy given

For good intentions


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