Did the Gods Escape

when the sun fell down?
Or did they fall too, poisoned
by the ambitions of man? Kindness
no longer a virtue; the sands
that cloak this planet sing throaty
dirges to such innocence.
Such weakness.

And the charnel earth stings, fit
to plant only bodies, to grow
only the monstrous weeds
of humanity. For in this era
there is now way for a flower
to survive.

In the distance, a figure
slouches toward New Bethlehem,
resurrected from the dead
earth to immortality on the lips
of the damned. Salvation is found
in the blood of such sinners; and
our savior will bestow such
sweet redemption.

Omae wa mou shindeiru

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