Innocence
Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow-creatures is amusing in itself. ~James Anthony Froude, Oceana, 1886
Soul within
the darkness lies,
Innocence falls to its wrath.
Meek and humble
The gentle die-
The abyss is deep;
Shield of darkness
Against the light
Lost within a broken mind.
Peace,
It beckons
Taunting those
Whose essence
Remains unseen.
Anger filled,
Their only vision
Vast destruction-
Victory.
“This world is ours,”
Hear them cry,
“bow down to your Gods!” -lest you die;
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