Blank walls
before his eyes
listening to nothing
except the cries
of all who want
of all who need
acidic questions
remorseful thoughts
standing alone with
questionable doubt
a mocking soul
when children pout
As the ungrateful world
screams of agony and pain
Alas they shall know
they died in vain
he stands alone
back to the world
while they die
pain shall swirl
from his hands
the world shall end
none shall hear
as demons ascend
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