june 12, 2015
disfigured deities cry for help
world is a cesspool
a whirlpool of mockery
and it’s raining scoundrels
heroes are dead
and their graves have been cemented
the broken ones remain
as a faint glimmer of hope
they contain their darkness
in hidden corners of their heart
their soul burns into
illuminating wisdom
they turn into heroes, but not quite
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