Burning Hope


Last night, and the night before I had a dream
An old man, preaching something obscene
"This world shall burn, burn to it's last fibre
May this rotten place be cleansed with fire"

His words were filled with pain and agony
Immersed, I became submerged in his plea
Screaming, as if he suffered from delusion
I thought him to be under a grand illusion

His gaze befell me, and now he turned to me
His face scarred, eyes no longer able to see
The noise he made was of an ungodly origin
Nothing could compare, nothing to be akin

That's when I awoke from my tiresome sleep
Looking around, the rot was rooted deep
Veins pulsating on the floor, corpses in heaps
Blood on the walls of flesh, the smell reeks

Next to me sat the man, entangled in a chair
He made ungodly noises, trying to breath air
Coughing up blood, parasites drained him
Mutilated, brutally torn limb by limb

Humanity may be extinct, but still we fought
Reality set in, my mind had but one thought
"This world shall burn, burn to it's last fibre
May this rotten place be cleansed with fire"

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