Flagrant.
With wicked and vicious intent.
Contented nefarious indulgences
Continue to descend a mindset,
Spinning with speed...
Out of control.
Followed by a darkened cloud.
Unavoidable to stop,
Those still conscious...
Not to notice or behold.
The poison begins to diminish,
A freshness and its quality...
Once kept respected to expect.
Until the death of it,
Fades to accept...
The demise of truth.
To delude and dilute,
Proof of its existence.
Abuse to become victims,
Are the ones minimized...
By liars who rule.
Successfully done.
And emulated by those,
Who have been made fools.
Convinced there is benefit,
That promises a painless...
Smothering that takes away,
Breath.
Accompanied by,
A welcomed and honored death.
To forget the horrors,
Of truth they pursued.
As they and it lay decaying...
Under manicured tombstones.
And visited with their remains,
Forever cemented to reminisce.
'What's over there?
Exhibited but fenced? '
-Remnants from the past.
Buried with honorable.
And below heartfelt,
Engraved...
Specific to customize,
Tearful epitaphs.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem