Darkest of Coal

Darkest of Coal

A Poem by Azarel Szabo

We're all just dust walking the street
Believing we own what's under our feet
Greedy
And Lustful
And Selfish
And Evil
Lower than low
Can we call ourselves people?

We consume our own world, bathe in blood like it's wine
Yet, for we the forsaken, there is hope
Even darkest of coal has potential to shine
All we need is the courage to change


© 2013 Azarel Szabo


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Azarel Szabo
I think I could've done a better job on this...

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Added on August 26, 2013
Last Updated on August 26, 2013