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My Apocalypse
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Old Poetry (Pre-2002) My Apocalypse
Rooted in insight of youth quickly lost
Warmth and love found frozen in frost
Tears slowly fall and drown the globe
Blanketing the earth in a watery robe
And still the ice remains on the face
My frightening new discourse on the human race
Expressions are stony with no intent
Like the heart of the old slowly spent
Humanity hidden in depths of a cave
Facing the wall and shackled a slave
Watching distorted shadows dance
Too ashamed to take a chance
Sitting alone with the sun at our back
Never knowing of all that we lack
Blinded by fear, hatred, and pride
From our own hearts we often do hide.
"He who trusts in his heart is a fool, but whoever walks wisely will be delivered" Proverbs 28;28
