A New Dark Age

Mar 05, 2026

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We slowly descend
through, to the abyss
of our own making,
never knowing
it was our
choice.

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We have disfigured
our own souls,
silently pretending
we do not hear
their cries, their
voice.

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What do we fear,
is it our death
that overwhelms us,
conspires to blind us,
and covers us in this
veil?

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Why do we stare,
spectators and gawkers,
chatting it up,
as our coffee cups
rattle, spill, and
stain?

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Were we ever safe,
or forever doomed,
sitting in our little rooms
in concrete houses
on borrowed plots
of fields?

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Is this such a game
of unrestrained destruction,
missing its instructions,
so that every move
depends on how 
we feel?

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The illusion must break,
the people fall away,
their sustenance spent
in meaningless offense,
leaving rubble
in its place.

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The fields lie fallow
in this yellowing season,
our collective fever broken,
our inheritance stolen,
lies in the shadows of
a new dark age.

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