Shadow in the dark,
Force in the night;
Carnal desires,
Secrets transpire.
Houses are ablaze,
Walking in a foggy haze,
As the ashes burn,
And the world fades,
The embers fall like snowflakes.
The distilled distance
A jaded existence;
The ash turns to dust,
Looking back nonplussed.
I burn the bridges to salvation,
Suffering from the incineration;
The prophet arrives,
Proclaiming only the strong survive.
An obligatory response,
A beguiling smile,
A look of nonchalance,
Questioning his presence.
The guilty have been condemned,
The world shall rise again;
The prophet leaves with these last lines,
As I stand waiting for the end of time.
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