A whisper from a deep lucid dream, filled with darkness and pain.
Probably a dire consequence of the world stage, today.
Does world events sometimes influence your poetry?
I think I already know the answer.
Salute.
Title:
The Deathless God"s
(A lone voice whispers)
You
All the abandoned offspring of the Khloris
Lost souls caught in the spinning vortex of the Universal Principals
Doomed and baptised at birth
To blindly chase love war sex and greed
Money and power as the unforgiving winds of yesteryear
Blow into the new pages of tomorrow
Where nothing seems to change
As we sadly watch down through the ages
Blind
Naked and rebellious
As the day you were given the fruit of life
Soon you will all fall before us in endless multicoloured lines
On your spiritual knees
Like the many new slaves of the Agento and worship us
The Deathless Gods
For you are so sentenced for being so reckless
And no other power in the Universe can repel us
For we are the Nexus
The wise ones
Cautious
But you
The stupid ones
Always overconfident and soon to be headless
If you don't change your spiritual ways and reject us
You'll just have to accept us
Copyright John Duffy
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