Unhealthy bones and contorted mind
Pale white faces gathered round the fire
They’re shivering and blistering on opposite sides
Idolised golden shimmers in their eyes
Such a fallen descendent of human-kind
Left to winter and fester in apocalypse ire
Peace was the piper and they held the key
To break the beasts of burden, from poverty
Unconscious greed led the mind of the hive,
Simple stupidity has made the huntress blind,
At the end of things,
Man will fall so quietly into the night.
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