What line does this Earth stand on?
This Earth which mankind evoked from the dark of the sea
Forcing the masked creatures to swim to the surface
Both odious and exquisite
Both monstrous and splendid
This Earth is charming
Eloquent
Beautiful
This Earth is cruel
Devilish
Inhuman
So, I ask again
What line do we stand upon?
Do we wish the devils to plague beyond their previous water-filled void?
Do we wish for these beasts to rampage through our freshly built towns?
These towns which hold our people
Our friends
Our family
Or shall we shove them towards their abysmal ending?
Shall we strive for our finest by only keeping the angels?
It seems quietly clear
You scream the answer to keep only the pure to create our heaven
You scream to banish the devils that have devastated our Earth
You scream this not realizing that you are one of the devils
Not the angels
Not the pure
A devil
A monster
An appalling
Disheartening
Loathsome
Demon
You plagued the Earth from your water-filled void
You rampaged your own towns of your very own family
It was not any devil we accidentally released
It was simply ourselves
We attempted to destroy the culprits
But we destroyed ourselves
While we were trying to blame someone else
We really were
Destroying ourselves.
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Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoetryA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
