Black Poetry : Prophesy or Rant?

Blkthunder

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With the thunder gods
From a withered tree a flower blooms
Just like the sun comes after the moon
From the eyes of pain a tear may flow
And quench the ground so a seed may grow
IS our suffering in vain?
What is the purpose of our pain?

While praying to the great beyond
Watching forever for the dawn
How is it we toil our days away
Unconcerned if they heard us pray?

From a rotten oak springs life
From the blackest night springs light
From the bed ridden sick and afflicted
Arises the doctor whose cure is predicted

Devastations!
The sensations
Of mans preoccupations
Now is the time
For man is behind
New age is dawning
Deities are yawning
Waking to the era
Assisting to fight the terror

In holes and cracks
Move lowly things
They snatch bodies unseen
None can see the hand
As the Nothing moves across the land

Science fiction is
Giving description
To the times
Yet man is blind
Attack of the clones
Mad Max Beyond Thunder Dome
Hopefully it wont be to late
To much at stake

May all the slouches
Rise from couches
And awake from zombie sleep
To discover secrets their children keep
In their innocence they’ve seen the truth
There is a darkness and its been set loose

Time is the ticking
Nothing is sticking
This moment has all
Heavens rise and hells fall
Black’s the universe in which we dream
Yet we are awake in the mind of the king
 

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