DystopiaA Poem by EmilyA dystopian poemA 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. © 2013 EmilyAuthor's Note
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