By Enslavement of Beauty

As dreams shatter and break,
and the modern light appears,
The Dawn of the end unveils.
The Superior of all your fears.

The End of us all draws nigh,
as colors cease to exist.
The Suction of Souls has come.
Fate has taken a twist.

Everyone turns to each other;
souls tainted black or white.
Whilst some cherish the daylight,
others worship the night.

The Suction of Souls divides us,
and we dissolve to a battling mass
where the greatness of men are measured in,
who their ability to kill surpass.

The nights are used to murder,
and the days to bury the dead,
but those who dwell in the daylight,
know that their blood shall be shed.

And no one knows how to stop this,
for their souls are but black or white,
and no one can tell who is better,
and so they continue the fight.

Mothers will stab their children,
and friends will strangle friends.
Trust is a word long forgotten,
as everything finally ends.

The Suction of Souls ravaged,
and left Mankind's nature revealed
but those knots were tied decades ago.
Too long have our fate's been sealed.

Sadly, this is the present.
All colors within has gone.
And few even care to search for them
for the night of us all has come.

Submitted By saeed

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