Plains Walker Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Drifting off into the plains of the forgotten.
The ghost of never mind.
Doing in, and a return in kind.
A stench so rotten.
Even at a distance, I know it as if it was my own.
The mutation of a new born.
All in happiness.
Coming to know cruelty and disparity.
Tear drops stop falling.
An erie calmness overcomes.
The last star burns out.
And now it's absolute darkness.
I'm so afraid, Oh I'm so afraid not only of what I might have to do just to survive.
But also you the common stranger, the plains walker of this day an age.
Set the stage, and like any bon fire it will burn.
Perfection in the set circumstances that not even time will heal.
Disease will run rampant.
Killing off more then just few because most of us our the very cause of this sickness.
The greed, the lust, the succubus licks her lips.
A tasty treat, a tasty dish.
Enjoying the kingship of poverty.
But how long can that really last.
The blood is draining way to fast.
It was meant to be a bath of cleanliness.
A washing away of ones sins.
But instinct, destroys the moral compass every time.
A clock forever to be reset, with no real reality of time.
Did it ever work in the first place.
Going against our very own nature.
A pact mentality.
Stick together and we will slaughter these sheep.
An the onslaught began.
To this day I don't think that it has yet reached it's end.