The darkest moments
Of my time on this earth reveal
The division of man
From the sophists’
Earn mass appeal
We turn on others
Scratching our way to the top
Thinking this will help us
Dog eat dog never ends,
Never stops
Seeking shelter
Some may retreat
Some may lash out
Some may simply weep
Standing in the shadows
Both in dream
And in wake
Cast out the fallen angels
And the tides that they make
The dark poet
Treads deeply
Commiserating the weaknesses of man
Tuned only to the misgivings
Tis this he understands
So in his quest
In futility’s sake
A man in constant sorrow
In fear he trembles and shakes
The tempest
The muse
The sirens
Refuse
The trappings of hate
Fester within us
No debate
It’s in their appeal
That we transgress
And fail to heal
The dark poet
Treads deeply
Commiserating the weaknesses of man
Tuned only to the misgivings
Tis this he understands
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DCG
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