Dystopia

A dystopian poem

A river of bodies bled down to the sea,

Deeper than despair

past tyrants red gold

where the sun never rises but the winter never sets

 

Beside the temples of sacrifice where people pay blood debts

where an insidious evil drifts down the mountain

the stench of the death with it shall bring,

 past the bloody red fountain

where tortured beings drink and sing

the haunting memories of life,

before the ancient prophecy was written in blood,

and the right to life was stabbed by a cold bone knife.

 Now is the time where hope lies dead in the mud, 

where a blood hungry essence  

 hides behind closed doors                     

 it grows with fear and will never lessen 

hate is its name and it pours,

 its self in the rain and storm

and like red spiders it crawls across the earth

to become soldiers that never mourn 

a single death upon the hearth, 

they murder in a tyrants name

the grim truth of days gone by,

innocent beings killed without shame,

in the abyss where the walls reach high

where the flow of tears begins

bodies thrown to float for all their sins,

until judgement day befalls

nothing will change,

 as a river of bodies bled down to the sea.

Author's Note

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