molested by manipulating demons
there in the distance it lies
the realm of a shattered prism
once zealous
exuberant with life
now overflows with the denseness of space
its essence drained
raped form the core
irreversible it crumbles
lifelessly deteriorating into the depths of a black hole
its mold pulverized at birth
never to be sculpted again
left with whirling sounds of anguish
fading echoes of space
listen and you will here the sounds of doom - destruction
prancing rhythmically to hostile prevalent
their conquest fulfilled
greed-power-possession
emotions that linger
within each of us
Words & Visual: Marlo Suderski
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