Of Dark We Created

We all entered this world in such a way our first screams were for loss it seems as we were bred for hate intentional or not, our last screams will be too late.

Within or without the vagueness of thought

an action or reaction, that brings forth consequence

in my minds eye it was already bought

and sold to the highest bidder, in the highest sense

And the future?  It's bitter, as we wait in suspense.

O come with!  to the dark!  there's room for us all

if we stand straight and tall, ten to a row

shoulder to shoulder all friends, all foes.

We all entered this world in such a way...

our first screams were for loss, 

 it seems as we were bred for hate

intentional or not, our last screams, too late.

And where is that innocence, that once grasped for truth?

That gazed at this world in open wonder

that knew something was amiss

and filled such a void with anger

at being left to fend for itself, and losing

All hope and desires will fade into this...

of dark we created to fill the broken promise.

Well my dark is opaque like yours is.