The Exact Moment When Every Heart on Earth Stops Beating

A poem about humanity.

Peel the skin back from the surface of stone

Evacuate the warm center of what we call home

Isn't this the definition of total perfection

Without the way we cloud it with a selfish perception

Loathing every element presented to us

Betraying the misguide light in a Mother's trust

We have created love but we have also created hatred

Our spirit animal turned into a wolf not fed

Made blind by something that is not a sun ray

We are the painting of a twisted circus display

As we abuse the given essence residing below

If this harsh transcription is correct we will never know

Certainty will only arise when we are all dead