sun sets on the land of milk and honey

Sun sets on the land of milk and honey:
Abundance is a constant figure lurking in the darkened corner
unleashing curses and gifts as Thanatos unleashes his remembrance,
streets strewn with rot and plague.

Sun sets on the land of milk and honey:
Ignorance clutches followers in a closed fist, grasping minds in a cold embrace
allowing worshipers to revel in obtuse darkness, clouding vision and judgment;
callowness conflict feeding the Lethe.

Sun sets on the land of milk and honey:
Privilege strolls the banks of the Acheron, eyes focused inward,
caring not for the souls ferrying across the river, but only for his own soul,
preaching prominence by one’s own design.

Sun sets on the land of milk and honey;
Indifference winds her way through hearts and minds, cracking and crumbling ideals,
the pillars of a once great temple crash down upon the heads of it’s  inhabitants,
weakening ones intentions and mind.

These four horsemen do not gallop into battle;
they quietly enter the fray, breathing into the air a grand design intent on birthing ruin.
Their demons ride into battle, whipped by the whisper of subversion
implanted in the fibers of flesh bastardized into something unrecognizable.

The sun has reached the horizon, sinking into Oceanus,
leaving a land caving in on itself, at war with itself,
and disinterested in it’s own survival.

The sun has set on the land of milk and honey.

All that remains is darkness and a wind that whispers into the fabric of humanity.

 

 

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