All is Lost
White washed reality floats
upon a stagnate pond of deceit.
Vile vespers snake out from
wanton decay. Layer upon layer
of unrelenting lies. Hands placed
solemnly on desperation fight back,
as time flees. Thoughts in circles,
minds of doubt, pushing outward
against a wall of truth. Plagued
with sins of ego, they are blinded
by their pride. The truth has no
meaning among the unholy hordes.
Redemption out of reach, all is lost.