Vanished Fate

When individuals finally, decide to reach out, it will be all too late. Time is only an illusion, that has no control over itself... minutes melt away, seconds aren't kind....

Dauntless, he passed, the knockabout ridges of the world
frigid the dirtiness was, perched upon a thick canopy, the curly
bones of knowledge...

Lay eyes on the cast which sail a thousand-sheets, its pages
forming stepping stones, for bare palms, fingers the digit to a power
tunnel cone, of sleepy ledge...

Darkness utters no whispering...
its tackle tightly woven upon the skin, scars of amnesia
...the crisp air bladed through the atmosphere...
bodies wisp beneath an artificial climate, man-made diligence

Figures dancing within the icy snow-capped breeze
falling to a floor-less ground; one, two, three-hundred
the reasons unknown, the calamity that made history

Camouflaged vikings, winged doves, all piling down-field
moving the bases, the correlation of playing area, rethought
altered species, cloning words...

Robots roam the barren-less plain... clanging joints
the wars over drugs, ammo, politics... demanded an end
flying through the portraits now ash- gray

Eyes sunken, nose snipped, ears non-existent, a soul washed away
land emerged in a pit of fire, the core of the earth split in two
weeping echoes throughout the world, life soon fades, invisible

Death becomes the empty heart, the individual who could, and would not
extend his/her hand in relief, who thought of only themselves, in a time
of need... the hour the smiles vanished, chalkboards screeched across

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