Sit, watch, and listen, answers in patience.
It’s the echoes of shame that call upon
me, reverberating like mindless pests.
The shadows of despair roaring a Dawn,
and a Dusk. A Dawn, in which like all
carbon based lifeforms fear, dread, and abhor,
And a Dusk, where we enjoy being its thrall,
influences of delight we adore,
of indescribable pleasures we love,
cherished moments of a bygone remnant
of time, that’s mutating into a dove,
escaping the Dawn, in bewilderment.
Condemn this Dawn, leading monstrosities
to raze our Dusk and Lands vigorously