The Cleansing

A call from the ruins
Cries so silent,
Remembrance now forgotten
Taken for granted by all
Children smothered
Exposed to the filth
Smoke so thick
Die a slow death

Weak survivors Left putrefied
This place is now so desolated
Lost with a purpose
Accepted by the few
Who embraced the truth
An unheard prophecy
Soon to be revealed
They couldnot be saved

No perception
Innocent died
From the strangulations
Caused by the smoke
Killing them all
The world stays untouched
A bright future appears
Of fading solitude

Leaches
People of no opportunity
Cowards by nature
Useless creatures
Human debris
Spread over earth
Washed to the gates of damnation

The earth starts erasing
The filth called humanity
An impure creation
Problem within their kind
This is paradise



Credits
Writer(s): Afflicted Creation
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