Chaos

Chaos

Man's fears betrayed in darkest night

He seeks salvation in Sol's early light

Always ignorant of the elusive goal

Believing that his species has a soul

The creatures of chaos he has denied

Deep within Man's dark recesses hide

Human race Our lady's flawed creation

No rebirth for this flawed abomination

Bells, last toll of his species life clock

An existence crafted upon sand, not rock

His terror palpable as the Oceans boil

His final tears stain Earths rich soil

Posted 20/08/12 (16:48)

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