A primal urge, a darkness in the core,
Compels us to tear down, forevermore.
We build grand monuments, then watch them fall,
A morbid dance, consuming all.
The atom split, a power unforeseen,
Unleashed a hunger, a destructive sheen.
Nations locked in a race, a twisted game,
To forge the mightiest weapon, etch their name.
Peace, a hollow word, a shield to hide,
The arsenal's weight, where sanity has died.
Mutually assured, a fragile thread,
Destruction poised, a hair's breadth ahead.
We cling to these leviathans, instruments of dread,
Believing they'll safeguard what's left unsaid.
But the line is thin, the trigger's touch so near,
And oblivion beckons, with a chilling leer.
Will this madness prevail, this self-inflicted blight?
Or can we rise above, and choose a different light?
The choice is ours, to break the cycle's hold,
Before the final silence, a story left untold.
...theBastardPoet...\n\nRobert Williams
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-mankind-1/
Compels us to tear down, forevermore.
We build grand monuments, then watch them fall,
A morbid dance, consuming all.
The atom split, a power unforeseen,
Unleashed a hunger, a destructive sheen.
Nations locked in a race, a twisted game,
To forge the mightiest weapon, etch their name.
Peace, a hollow word, a shield to hide,
The arsenal's weight, where sanity has died.
Mutually assured, a fragile thread,
Destruction poised, a hair's breadth ahead.
We cling to these leviathans, instruments of dread,
Believing they'll safeguard what's left unsaid.
But the line is thin, the trigger's touch so near,
And oblivion beckons, with a chilling leer.
Will this madness prevail, this self-inflicted blight?
Or can we rise above, and choose a different light?
The choice is ours, to break the cycle's hold,
Before the final silence, a story left untold.
...theBastardPoet...\n\nRobert Williams
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-mankind-1/
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00:00A primal urge, a darkness in the core.
00:03Compels us to tear down, forevermore.
00:06We build grand monuments, then watch them fall.
00:10A morbid dance, consuming all.
00:13The atom split, a power unforeseen.
00:17Unleashed a hunger, a destructive sheen.
00:20Nations locked in a race, a twisted game.
00:24To forge the mightiest weapon, etch their name.
00:27Peace, a hollow word, a shield to hide.
00:31The arsenals wait, where sanity has died.
00:34Mutually assured, a fragile thread.
00:38Destruction poised, a hare's bred the head.
00:41We cling to these leviathans, instruments of dread.
00:45Believing they'll safeguard what's left unsaid.
00:48But the line is thin, the triggers touch so near.
00:52An oblivion beckons, with a chilling leer.
00:55Will this madness prevail, this self-inflicted blight?
00:59Or can we rise above, and choose a different light?
01:03The choice is ours, to break the cycle's hold.
01:07Before the final silence, a story left untold.
01:11The Bastard Poet.