The fingers of time reach down,
teeth bared in a grimacing frown
to gnash at the caverns beneath town.
The womb of ancient civilization
breeding the follies of human concentration
birth water washing the blood of degradation.
See the stories that they tell
carved by the drip of seeping wells,
sinewy whips binding the tales
of souls lost and bodies impaled.
The vicious face of humanity hidden in the dark
shadows the evil of sins gruesome spark,
and all the while it’s mocking me
for beauty shrouds its cruel carnality.
Of many Gods and failing fallacies,
secrets of sacrifice and man’s atrocities
covered by the mounds of rocky ground,
reaching through time in silent sound.
The bowels of earth digest the good and bad
rumbling of denizens who denied the true God.
The wind above sighs of redemption
seeking to pierce the cavern’s abominations
through the prison bars of hell
stalagmites and stalactites containing cells.
I faced the dark side of me bound in the caves,
one of two destinies beyond the grave,
and as I stood I whispered a prayer
for those alive building similar empires.
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