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The Woeful Tale of Humanity
KCB

I. A Story of Life
 1
January is a sad month, forming
 2
Basis for a new year, trying
 3
Endurance and passions, fading
 4
Hatred into pain.
 5
Summer makes us cold, bringing
 6
Artificial air, killing
 7
The warm snow that we once forgot.
 8
Winter surmised us, protecting all with a dreary hold; we dwell on what lies ahead,
 9
Yet know not what’s to come, the cynical trials,
 10
And live idly, and die for our failures.
 11
Sum huius mundi, unus deis moriturus, sed dum tum contendam.
 12
Even when we were young, so dumb and innocent,
 13
We had hope, a weaker state of faith,
 14
A longing for more. But this desire,
 15
This ambition, is tried. It is tested
 16
By the trials of Life; by the divine jurors.
 17
We fail, much of our life, and deserve our own Hell,
 18
But instead receive grace.
 19
 
 
Where are the veins that pulse, what blood flows
 20
Throughout this venomous flesh? Poor children,
 21
You cannot possibly know the fate of your
 22
Wasted Unreality, which reeks of pain,
 23
And for you there’s no respite, no comfort, no solace,
 24
And no hope for blessed redemption. Only
 25
The calm in your sinfulness remains,
 26
(And what a resting place is your sin!),
 27
So you wonder why you should even try to live
 28
In your own wasted Unreality,
 29
In tortured individuality;
 30
But He’ll show you hope in the crimson timbers
 31
Temptas me,
 32
Et deficiebo,
 33
Itaque relinquebas me?
 34
Vel dabis me auxilium?
 35
You gave me nothing when we first met;
 36
So I saw nothing in you.
 37
Yet when met again, just now, I saw so much more,
 38
Your hands – still empty – were less than before,
 39
Humbled, before your brokenness I knelt, Unable
 40
To speak at the sight of your body, bloody
 41
And torn, your heart breathed the air, the sin, for me.
 42
Nostros vitae vacuae compleamur eo.
 43
 
 
Say hello to Lucifer, the demon angel,
 44
Author of Pain, nevertheless
 45
His evil goes beyond the smooth and placid surface,
 46
Rooting in the lives of men. He inscribes,
 47
With his quill of sin, emptiness in men,
 48
(But the void there made can be filled!),
 49
He wants the empty battle, but avoids the War,
 50
The War of Eternal Damnation.
 51
See his servants mock us with grim derision,
 52
Succumbing to the Darkness of Night, earning
 53
An entire Life of laceration, consumed by flames.
 54
Either their fortune or God has damned them, but
 55
At either’s hands they will be cut off, ending
 56
The Humanity that plagues us all, night and day.
 57
 
 
Unreality,
 58
The wasted life of an ignorant pawn,
 59
Useless souls in the Twin Towers, so many,
 60
I never thought death had done so many.
 61
Whispers, long and dying, drifted ‘round,
 62
And each thin vapor a thing of deceit.
 63
(But deceptive in its purpose or in its beat?)
 64
Feel the sequence of useless, potent powers
 65
Emanating from the Ocean of the Dead.
 66
Then I saw one I knew, and stopped her, screaming:
 67
‘Wait!
 68
‘You who were with me in life at one time!
 69
‘Why did you leave me to drown in your wake?
 70
‘Are you happier now? More glad and content?
 71
‘Or do you long for more than the dead?
 72
‘I know you’re at ease, more happy than men,
 73
‘But it still hurts when I miss you again!
 74
‘Why? Why did you leave me? – mea amica – mea soror!
 75
 
 
II. The Game of Chance
 76
Pale sunlight stabs through blinds, delivering
 77
A jolt of reality to the sleepers, dreaming
 78
Of a life not attainable, at least for them.
 79
Why wonder when you can dream? Avoiding
 80
The rites of this passage and contact of the living.
 81
The golden mist of dreams settles ‘round, feel it take
 82
Control of our existence and diminish the world.
 83
(A world that concerns us yet bothers not!)
 84
But we miss the gray lying within the gold, blending
 85
Bliss and regret in one happy catastrophe,
 86
An inevitable source of reformation,
 87
Without any salvation,
 88
Without love,
 89
O,
 90
Watch the dreams shatter into bloody bits,
 91
Destroying hope for anything better.
 92
(But can faith live on without hope?)
 93
Watch the mist scatter, the gold leaving us
 94
Hanging by our fortunes, our desires, and wants.
 95
 
 
Is that a cavern ahead? Right there, look!
 96
I think it is, maybe we will find respite,
 97
But see the walls bleed black on the slick floor.
 98
Twisted pillars, risen by ages, adorn the air,
 99
While a shimmering light hassles the darkness,
 100
Reflecting and revealing pools of tar.
 101
Spiraled stairs descend below, appealing
 102
To the poor passerby who looks for sleep.
 103
Could we have known a thing without the light?
 104
If I could just escape these surroundings, black as night
 105
And ravaged by years of calloused abuse. Then I would
 106
Never enter into the pitch of black again, Never
 107
Desire the deceptive cool of night. But
 108
That would take a miracle,
 109
And though I believe in miracles, you see,
 110
They just won’t believe in me.
 111
 
 
Meet Chance, a prospective sort of fellow,
 112
He invites all to his game,
 113
But, unbeknownst to all, he wins every round,
 114
Evoking a bet not wagered, not willingly.
 115
It’s his game, don’t you see? And he plays his way.
 116
Only fools play the game, and all fools cease to be,
 117
(For to lose is to die!)
 118
But we are all warrior fools, so we all will die.
 119
Just wait your turn, don’t be impatient, it will come!
 120
For although it’s the Game of Chance, the order
 121
Of turns is out of his control (Thank God!).
 122
Facedown, we set the pace,
 123
Hoping to recover that which is lost, but not so,
 124
For Chance, although quite genial, isn’t merciful,
 125
So he always takes his reward, and in full.
 126
(But he earns not the soul, which is for another.)
 127
For it’s his game, you see.
 128
 
 
III. The Whispered Winds of Denizen
 129
Have you ever ventured down the road, the one past nature’s end,
 130
The road that they call Denizen, one that has many bends?
 131
Well, if you ever travel there, watch for the inn called Woe,
 132
It’s ragged master will approach you, a dusty mop in hand,
 133
And with winged words entreat you, to give in to his demand:
 134
‘Weary traveler,
 135
‘Come inside and rest your feet and mind.
 136
‘Weary traveler!
 137
‘I bid you to not depart from here, we’ve got room to spare.
 138
‘Weary traveler,
 139
‘No, don’t go. Enter my humble inn, I’ve got a room for you.
 140
‘Weary traveler,
 141
‘Where are you going? Come back! There’s nothing here to fear!
 142
‘Weary traveler!
 143
‘You better turn around or I’ll rend your righteous heart out!
 144
‘Weary traveler!
 145
‘I’ll hunt you down and burn your corpse! There’s nothing here to fear!
 146
Ignore his calls and plod along, overlook the stones,
 147
Avoid the pitfalls and snares set for the unaware.
 148
If you keep on with your path, you’ll suffer much, it’s true,
 149
But when you’ve reached the road’s end,
 150
It’s worth all you’ve been through.
 151
Near the end of this broken street, you’ll find,
 152
A city, oh so picturesque, so lucid, so divine.
 153
But your journey ends not there, unless you want
 154
To reap the evil seeds sown within the handsome walls.
 155
But when you reach the true end, the finish, the No More,
 156
You will see a quaint old town, not like the city before.
 157
Enter the place and call for Him, He’ll come to your side,
 158
And after a few questions, will take you deep inside
 159
The ugliest house of the town, where, if you have faith, you’ll find
 160
A celestial store of treasures of the most valued kind.
 161
 
 
IV. The Palate of the Soul
 162
The grim pallor of Death alights,
 163
In the souls of men…
 164
It’s festered tone so delights,
 165
In the souls of men…
 166
Ripping, killing, stealing minds
 167
That belonged to us…
 168
Leaving trails of bloody rinds
 169
That belonged to us…
 170
It’s true – see our features fade
 171
It’s all so befitting…
 172
Watch it strengthen what we’ve made
 173
It’s all so befitting…
 174
Pulsing through our dying veins
 175
It’s the opiate…
 176
We scream for more while Life wanes
 177
It’s the opiate…
 178
Blood is so definitive
 179
Of our human nature…
 180
Yet we’re still so tentative
 181
Of our human nature…
 182
Now it seems as if we’ll die
 183
For our sinful pride…
 184
If we live then we’ll just vie
 185
For our sinful pride…
 186
Hear the fading beat of drums
 187
Ending our humanity…
 188
Yet, somewhere, some thing still thrums
 189
Ending our humanity…
 190
See the glimmer of war in his eyes
 191
It’s coming upon him…
 192
His courage is mounting to all’s surprise
 193
It’s coming upon him…
 194
Transfigured by the powers of godly Mars
 195
It’s bubbling within…
 196
Paying no heed to old timely scars
 197
It’s bubbling within…
 198
His features all changed by a deadly lust
 199
It’s filled to the rim…
 200
A lust for the blood which shed he must
 201
It’s filled to the rim…
 202
Look out! The fighting has frenzied his mind!
 203
He just wants to win…
 204
Descending to where no lights ever shined
 205
He just wants to win…
 206
Sacrificing his mind for more power
 207
The world has gone dim…
 208
He doesn’t care if this is his last hour
 209
The world has gone dim…
 210
Pray for his maddened and bloodthirsty soul
 211
He lives on his sin…
 212
The bloody opiate does him further cajole
 213
He lives on his sin…
 214
 
 
Spiraling down into the deep,
 215
Where the secret sins do keep,
 216
Blessed wings of bloody lies,
 217
Lower us down to our sleep,
 218
Once we’re dead, we open our eyes
 219
Finding all torn to our surprise,
 220
And though the darkness still does seep,
 221
It’s only products of our leap,
 222
Falling…
 223
Twisting…
 224
Breaking…
 225
Waiting for a restoration of sight,
 226
We dream on fitfully in the night,
 227
And even when the world goes by,
 228
We slumber still in more delight,
 229
And on our bed of promise, lie,
 230
Until the day when we shall die,
 231
Giving in to it without fight,
 232
Not caring what things are wrong or right,
 233
Stalling…
 234
Misting…
 235
Taking…
 236
Watch the night conquer me,
 237
Drawing me below the sea,
 238
The black tides simply – justly – waiting,
 239
To wrap me in complacency,
 240
But as I descend further, hating
 241
All the planning and debating,
 242
The thing consumes completely,
 243
Just as the sea that overtakes me,
 244
Calling…
 245
Listing…
 246
Faking…
 247
Whispered vines and tethered ropes,
 248
Choke away all of our hopes,
 249
And we feel despair set in,
 250
Killing all with which life copes,
 251
And I sense the pain begin,
 252
Filling up with rage again,
 253
Unable to live while Life still mopes,
 254
Unable to accept any more tropes.
 255
 
 
Scream,
 256
Scream out loud,
 257
Dream,
 258
Dream out loud,
 259
Give it up for potency,
 260
Three hurrahs for power,
 261
Give it up for influence,
 262
Three hurrahs for power,
 263
Like an ebbing, flowing tide,
 264
Soak away our fear,
 265
Our reluctance for strength,
 266
Take it all away and leave us here,
 267
Then we will no longer hide,
 268
Then we will go the length,
 269
Not afraid to deeply peer,
 270
And fall to the power ride,
 271
Raise up,
 272
Raise up to the call,
 273
Raise up,
 274
Raise up or you’ll fall,
 275
Force yourself to meet the onslaught,
 276
Brace for the charge of collision,
 277
Square your shoulders and set your jaw,
 278
For this battle beyond your vision,
 279
You say we’re all just normal men,
 280
Well, I say that you’re dead wrong,
 281
Just simply living makes us unique,
 282
The abilities we have make us strong,
 283
We can keep on the path even when
 284
Faced with things of higher mettle,
 285
Even when the war lasts so long,
 286
We’ll always come out on top in the end,
 287
Face it,
 288
Face the final hour,
 289
Face it,
 290
Face our tide of power,
 291
Stare it down and start a rave,
 292
A delirium for muscle,
 293
Turn about and face the wave,
 294
Struggle through the tussle,
 295
Dream,
 296
Dream out loud,
 297
Scream,
 298
Scream out loud,
 299
Give it up for potency,
 300
Three hurrahs for power,
 301
Give it up for influence,
 302
Three hurrahs for power
 303
 
 
V. The Creatures Within
 304
Wandering twixt here and there,
 305
Moving to a lost beat,
 306
Masters of their forlorn lair,
 307
Trusting in their own feet.
 308
Scarred by years of hard abuse,
 309
They can never turn back,
 310
Afraid that they’ve lost their use,
 311
Their accustomed to lack,
 312
Hurting, nameless entities,
 313
Is what they have become,
 314
They don’t want your sympathies,
 315
Just for you to succumb,
 316
Everyone has their demons,
 317
They’re overcome by theirs,
 318
Learn from their hard-earned lessons,
 319
Ignore demonic cares,
 320
Look in their eyes if you dare,
 321
If you feel that you must
 322
You’ll find that nothing is there
 323
But sadistic bloodlust
 324
More animal than human,
 325
They’ve lost all distinction.
 326
They have strengthened as they’ve ran,
 327
Not close to extinction.
 328
When you near the forest’s line,
 329
Beware the victims claimed,
 330
For when you’re where no lights shine,
 331
You’re likely to be maimed.
 332
Hear gibbets ringing plainly
 333
For those who dance with Death,
 334
Trying to oppress vainly,
 335
Those who still possess breathe.
 336
From now on fear the ones who
 337
Have scarred and torn features,
 338
For who knows what they could do,
 339
Those known as the creatures.
 340
 
 
Yes, it’s me – I’ve failed again,
 341
I didn’t pass the mark.
 342
Yes it’s me – I’ve bailed again,
 343
When asked to work through dark.
 344
Yes it’s me – not good enough,
 345
To amount to something.
 346
Yes it’s me – don’t have the stuff,
 347
To ever count for something.
 348
I know I’ll never make it,
 349
But I try anyway,
 350
It’s better than to fake it,
 351
Or to lie anyway.
 352
How about some help down here?
 353
I know I could use it,
 354
I’ll never escape the fear,
 355
That I might abuse it.
 356
Yes it’s me – I’m calling now,
 357
Come and take me away.
 358
Yes it’s me – I’m falling now,
 359
And for your aide I pray.
 360
Yes it’s me – I’m crying now,
 361
Assure me all is well.
 362
Yes it’s me – I’m dying now,
 363
Lord, save me from this Hell.
 364
I’m living in the Darkness and
 365
For you groping blindly.
 366
Why can’t You just take my hand
 367
And then simply guide me?
 368
I hear the wind howl at me,
 369
Guarding my ears from you,
 370
Lord, please don’t speak so softly,
 371
I am so full of rue.
 372
 
 
Fine, You gonna play that way?
 373
I’ll ignore you as well,
 374
Just throw what we had away,
 375
After I’ve so long fell.
 376
 377
Yes it’s us – but we’re not here,
 378
We ignore all Your calls.
 379
Yes it’s us – blinded by fear,
 380
And building up our walls.
 381
Yes it’s us – we like dreaming,
 382
We take it without fuss.
 383
Yes it’s us – we’re all screaming,
 384
And keeping you from us.
 385

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