Encroaching madness
approaches from
unexpected corners of
oblivion’s indifferent layer.
Lost souls wander aimlessly
through tomorrow’s aborted
twilight ignorant of realities
chaotic inclination.
This is our truth, our way,
our direction.
Darwin’s natural selection
dooms us all to Valhalla’s
halls crowded with calamities
mediocre sons and tyranny’s
unadorned daughters.
The waters of truth must find
their own level while the mud
of deception remains firm
beneath our jaded
feet.
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