Poetry from the Heart of Darkness

ALL POETRY © SEAN MULLIGAN. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 

Millions are crying, their tears fill His cup
Multitudes frying, the heat won't let up
A doomed generation in the blink of an eye
The mortification of a world doomed to die

Last Rites unspoken in dead of the night
The Lighthouse has fallen, is fading from sight
You yearn for the token of undying Love
The black sky is broken, there's nothing above

'Mid blood-spattered plates at the Great Reaper's feast
You're trapped and you dance for the Unholy Beast
Your mind is awhirl as your senses reel
You must keep Him happy or He'll crush you
under His heel

You must keep Him laughing at the discord and pain
You're just the Jester, doomed to entertain
You must keep Him happy, keep Him contained
You must keep Him laughing while He drives you insane

You've lost the token of an Undying Love
The black sky is broken, there's nothing above
So pray He keeps laughing, safe from His rage
You're just the Jester and all of the world
is your stage

The seas, thick with corpses; hot ashes, the sky
The Seals have all shattered, the Fourth Horseman's nigh
Millions of pyres 'mid boiling black smoke
The whole dying world is just
one great big Joke

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