Poetry

Savage

Savagery

The voice of man

That we speak another language

Is our greatest fallacy


To touch your scars

In remembrance of life


Excise The Rot

In good health we keep the child

Defenseless without constant vigilance

So it may live

Strengthen with age and wisdom


Cogito, Ergo Sum

I am what I am

Not a mouse

Not a god

Things I can never be


Finding fallacy

In the vivid dream

That I sleep with

For what I know as eternity


No Paradise, Only Glory

No paradise to find

Not after it was taken

That which we never knew

That which we will never know


I see the splendor

As it is offered to me

I see the eternity

While I walk with sword in hand


Again We Will Be

Our skulls will one day be as theirs

A rotting edifice

Those dreams and memories once held

That the bones hold no longer


Blessed Mortality

They envy us

The gods

Every fleeting moment lived

Gives our final place in the order


We cannot fathom infinity

We lead with our mortality

A deed is done and made greater

Knowing that it may be our last


Moths

We do not kill

That which was our right

To take a life

But we abstained


However insignificant

A death should not be meted

Without just cause

Or the cause of conquest


Render Unto Entropy

I hold that small comfort

That even the stars share our mortality

That the heavens are not eternal spheres

Mocking in their perpetual solitude.

Unintended Consequences

Cut from the light

Nothing can shine here

No glitter from a soul

No absolution

Tragedy’s Stain

The conqueror will hold this place

Born of darkness

And the death of the countless

Becoming our god

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