the poppies become the bouquets that you carry within the fingertips, unaware of the fates written of the strung starred nights you’ve hung across the skies,
you’ll watch from the corner of your screens, in which the dandelion seeds that unfurls and becomes what you truly wish to see; there’s a deception in the words that you’ve fed me; unfavored truths i believed to be the capital of the jewels i choose to wear,
they’ve stolen your hearts, and tore your flesh into mere pieces; they’ll consume the essence of the humanity you’ve triumphed within the bottles you’ve passed down through generations,
have you witnessed the unshielded knights that have been shot down the bullets, in the name of saying that they were the terrorists; for have you witnessed the error, the glimmer in the eyes that you wished for a future that was out of your grasps, for you have never seen the hopes crushed under the leaves you chose to crumble; the golden coins you’ve owned melt and they fall through the slips of your fingers, and the flags that you’ve torn to slivers and shreds that become the cadence of the peace of the lands,
for you believe to be the threads that string around your fingertips, becoming the stories that you’ve believed to be the end; there was no happy ending for those written to be victims; the statues that become the statutes of what history becomes and the laws that arise from the rubble that you become sound, and they’ll suppress the succession of your generations, into which the figures that you’ve idolized will be calling out for the destruction of your message;
they’ll continue to utter the wrath of God is upon you; stringent as it may be; for the ones enacting the destruction in the name of God’s commands will be the ones destroying thee; you’ll become the sinners in their stories, for have you ever read the prophecy?
for the widows will cry out for mercy before the annihilation comes, and they’ll be one of the splattered wounds that you read in the news, do you witness of the hearts that become sliced within the blades you’ve sharpened,
your words that you divide within the lands, and to become the enemy you’ve feared,
when does the comet prophecize the end, for when does the suffering end; and does the blame lie within the saints; for you preach to be the one free of all connection; you preach God’s name in the messages and books you carry, forgetting that the essence of humanity is that we are all the same,
corruption is a card that becomes the silence that fills the ink of your heart; for when you speak, your speech becomes the message would curse your existence for,
does forgiveness lie for the one that tears apart the homes of others, for you spread and divide the families and the kind that sought to become one; and even then, the command of the soldiers to free their souls from the raging battles that continue to be the doom they’ll become with;
when you open the books of the fallen, they’ll hear the laughs and the strength stringed within the paperback works, for you have never seen the sacrifices and sentience of those that became before,
for we choose to divide and refuse to unite,
but in the end,
are we not the fools repeating history?
and are we not writing the catastrophe that cancels the merits of the singular being?
for we are the fools refusing to stand for what should be,
and we will be the destructors of our own communities.
for are we not carriers of the prophecy that believed to be the depictions of how we will be at the end of the day?
they’ll utter we will be united someday, but is there no semblance?
the passing of the destruction of lives will be our legacy; we hold to the lockets of our long lost ones, for we always believed that this will be end;
for would our ancestors would not speak of shame for the division that you witness; for the ones who may not have any beliefs aligned and believed to be the shared plates that we’ve carried onto the dinner table; have more empathy than the ones in which we share our faiths,
for we have become the traitors of our, whom believed to be of one rope;
destroyed and torn into fragments,
for we have become what the prophecy feared.