Musings fill and corrupt my days, yet set upon wanderings of the cold devour-er of men;
The harbinger of the end, the constant custodian of mortality;
The sweet escape for the faint of heart;
The Bitter truth for the ignorant;
and an expected end for the foolish of mind;
The ever vigilant servant of the netherworld;
DEATH
Ponder still, if you will an opportunity to break words with the departed;
The first hand accounts of the dearly departed made your responsibility;
The stories to be told capable of robbing blind ones' humanity;
for there is much evil in the world;
A rival murdered and buried in the walls of his greatest desire, to be forever mocked by the living in the aimless pursuit of life;
Stories of heartbreaking sorrow and unfairness of humanity
"Like a babe, pure of mind and without thought of neither right nor wrong, ripped from mothers' suckling breast and sent to the cold hands of the guardian. All in furtherance of a rivals jealousy, concealed and guarded from all yet knowledge of egregious wrong made know to mother alone"
Stories of hypocrisy, the tempest shouting to the breeze to remain calm, tales of destruction fated for those born of disaster and blood, ventured on poor desperate souls.
Betrayal, duplicitous dealings, murderous intent or even promises made upon bloodied, gruesome dying breathe forever stilled, whilst made nonredeemable and its purpose limp for want of existence.
Even tales of Love...Oh several tales of wretched, woeful yet powerful Love;
Found yet Lost and deprived.
Extended yet mocked to ridicule
Desired yet scorned and burnt to ashes
Even morphed to form ideals born from monstrous minds, warped with purpose of eternal condemnation;
For out of such ideals were birth reasons for War;
For such ideals and lust of power, where birth weapons of mass destruction;
And we pay no heed to the voice of reason, yet blame an impartial servant for our atrocities towards one another.
If the dead had voice, they would curse humanity for she is yet to realize she delivered them unto their master.
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