No world for herosA Poem by Quillend of an eraOur hero has come to save None pay mind to him Folks no longer seek salvation It would seem they relish their anguish are they unaware of their predicaments They frown at the sight of retribution They seem fascinated with this eternal plunge They perceive beauty in sorrow They drown in their vices They sought pleasure over purpose Rivers of tears flow in this predicament Our hero has never known such abashment His will has never been shaken now his resolve is tested He is bewildered at their concepts How can he save those who refuse redemption Their constant indulgence in this madness only breeds chaos Upon inspection our hero comes to an insightful resolve It would seem saving folks was delusional How many could one man save He still insists on redeeming the world Though his design has transformed He has been transformed He believes he can bring salvation by depiction He no longer relies on his words By portrayal of his values he shall be observed Hoping to incite change by simply living Hoping to transform the hearts of populace
© 2018 QuillAuthor's Note
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