By Kyra Brown
And it Begins Again
In the beginning, there was nothing but desolate moor.
Our world was so lost in darkness, no human could ever dare perceive to behold how visible it had been.
There was nothing in this opulent earth that could have crippled a chain of neither untainted presence.
When life came upon the earth, it was all mortal no foe.
Suddenly, life began to grown.
Thereupon reality reformed into real.
We saw the genesis of iniquity.
And suddenly the world was stricken with the deafening silence of fault.
Purity truly was no more.
Gone was contentment and prosperity in spite of all.
Throughout evolution we espied the backbone of unity rend.
Howbeit, it has yet to be fixed.
And it begins again
The inception of misdeed
And purity?
Still repose and resting on the dark side of the moon
Where does joy perch?
Steadily cloaked in the thick wool of grievance and gripe
There appears to be no abdication.
There is no escape.
We have witnessed it all.
We have seen the dim rapturous light of men be extinguished by the fleet hysteria of corrupted entities.
It is calamity defined.
But one could only hope and pray that the world’s sorrows diverge into something beautiful.
We can only hope.
But why not take hope and let it run alongside perception.
Shatter the rampart and build back our wrongs.
Break the imperious barricade of injustice
What an adventure we could gain in our world of daring aid.
And it Begins Again
In the beginning, there was nothing but desolate moor.
Our world was so lost in darkness, no human could ever dare perceive to behold how visible it had been.
There was nothing in this opulent earth that could have crippled a chain of neither untainted presence.
When life came upon the earth, it was all mortal no foe.
Suddenly, life began to grown.
Thereupon reality reformed into real.
We saw the genesis of iniquity.
And suddenly the world was stricken with the deafening silence of fault.
Purity truly was no more.
Gone was contentment and prosperity in spite of all.
Throughout evolution we espied the backbone of unity rend.
Howbeit, it has yet to be fixed.
And it begins again
The inception of misdeed
And purity?
Still repose and resting on the dark side of the moon
Where does joy perch?
Steadily cloaked in the thick wool of grievance and gripe
There appears to be no abdication.
There is no escape.
We have witnessed it all.
We have seen the dim rapturous light of men be extinguished by the fleet hysteria of corrupted entities.
It is calamity defined.
But one could only hope and pray that the world’s sorrows diverge into something beautiful.
We can only hope.
But why not take hope and let it run alongside perception.
Shatter the rampart and build back our wrongs.
Break the imperious barricade of injustice
What an adventure we could gain in our world of daring aid.
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