Throne Of Mutilation

Oh what a world so plagued with beauty
The inhabitants would fight and die for a taste
Nowhere is too far, no thought of too much space

Let us pour the wine
For we are your entertainers
We may catch your eye
And gain your favor
But you will cast UV light
Across all of sight's colors
While we speak in black and white
Words unheard, progress undone
And no hatred overcome

Upon this throne of mutilation i rule
A king of my own despair
Limbs severed at the joints
A self made martyr of my own suffering
Exuberant calls for resuscitation of my spirt
And still all the trees in my orchard remain dead
Cursed bearing no fruit
Scorched by the wrathful sun
The soil of our being, dry and loose
The everlasting frozen night has been usurped by the molten dew of dawn
The air wet with regret, and indignant resentment
My life is no longer, the beauty no longer
The garden no longer, our world no longer



Credits
Writer(s): Syonn Syked
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