اصل بول
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Into the morning,
White and grey.
When the soulless sun devours the dwindling day.
And all around forests slide into swallowing seas.
Great oceans, boiling and writhing with malice.
Set fear in our swollen faces.
Amongst beasts like minded i graze,
Setting in motion my greed slave.
Like a swarm of filthy vermin.
Like a mist devouring the light.
Memories of waste.
A declining binge fueled haze.
Without hope of betterment.
Unwilling to prosper.
Neglect of growth.
Tunnelling inwards.
Floating face-down.
With no understanding,
Or signs of change.
Like lights on a hill we bend and sway,
Perception dilutes with the coming of sunfall.
With crooked throats we labour our airflow.
Ripping at our skin before our muscles atrophy
