The Twilight of the Gods
By Highhat
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100 percent were damned
There was nowhere to turn
The deluge engulfed them
No one was saved
A bird flew up from
The foliage
We take the statistics
It was 100%
this must be paradise
for the damned
though the sky is the same
God was nowhere to be seen
He was nowhere at all
He had drowned in the
Furore of animal heaven
No living soul to
salvage faith
Faith annihilated
My dear Ladies and Gentlemen
by you and me
we lost it all in the war
Long after the Beatles
had grown tired of entertaining
the walrus
Long after Kurt Cobain lost
to the pressure of Teen Spirit
Whitman too ashamed to sing
What was needed was an opinion
Bureaucracy put an end to discretion
Dreams dissolved in muddy
ticker tape above the heads
of state
Integration was gunned down
Religion was stoned in transition
Starbucks turned from coffee to tea
100%- see the statistics
no opinion was predominant
why we had to swallow the water
into our aching bellies
No tears only fear
and steaming bad conscience
Damned to the deluge
Drugged beyond recognition
Our heaven being without earth
Without God without paradise
Lost souls of sin never to be forgiven
Armageddon , the Twilight of the Gods
Don’t say a thing
Silence
A frog croaks and the stork stoops with beak open
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Comments
Wow! Pia, to coin a phrase
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Great piece of writing, very
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What an apocalyptic vision,
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Pia, I was bowled over by
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I think that Faulkner book
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Is this about the recent
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Sorry, Pia, that I appear
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