The Day Politics Began

Throughout Heaven and Hell

A scream is hear

Which pierces the universe

With it's purity.

 

Of a lost

Never experienced

Before now

And never will be

Again.

 

When "Truth" was murdered

For reflecting back

The horrors of existence.

 

The killers argued

"No one can handle it

Without going insane"

From Truth's intensity

Thus sparing everyone.

 

Proclaiming

They have

"The one and only"

Word of truth

To live and die by.

 

Putting to sword

Those opposing them

As steel cage trees

Dot the landscape

Bearing strange fruit.

 

From afar

Angels do weep

Unable to cleanse the land

Now tainted

By base needs.

Author's Note

Originally written, August 17, 2014.

Reviews

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very truly writen . it s can be about war ity s can be about relatioship. situation is same . only diffirent place .

[therisa]

Thank you, Woodsman. I don't know, where my mind was, when I wrote this, except I trapped, inside my apartment, with agoraphobia.

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i see. we all can understand diffirently. at same situation. i was once time scare when i was on fresh cut field. it was realy what never happen to me before. just wide space. but i gues is not real fear what you feel.

[therisa]

No, Woodsman, it isn't. For me, it's being surrounded by crowds, which triggers anxiety and panic attacks. I dislike taking transit during rush hour, as a result. One panic attack lasted 26 hours, in August 14, 2007.

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i see .i was thought agoraphobia. it s fear from wide open space. sorry i was mistaken. that s quiet long time. i mean i dont have expirience like this. i have few issues too. but usualy my fears vanish at few hours.

[therisa]

I wish that my did, Woodsman.