Blot Out The Sun

When the end comes will it be fire or flood?

Does death win or are we saved by God’s blood?

I’m beginning to care less and less who is right or wrong

I am starting to value might over thought, only the strong

I see animals disguised as humans destroying everything they can find

Who cares if you have the best logic when the subject has lost their mind?

I say we silence them with power

No more peace offerings and flowers

There’s glory in war and heroes in violence

So give them more until there’s only silence

They bring down monuments of the past

History is a subject for them far too vast

Therefore we will end their delusions of a future

Their remains fall apart as we tear out the suture

Leave them with nothing and no one

Empty in the dark, blot out the sun

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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