Him
Ominous,
Incomprehensible.
He impassively grabs
Hold of what’s
Left.
He leaves behind nothing
As he breaks away
And disappears
Into the phlegmatic void
He is contrived of
The darkness around,
Causing chaos
And debacle.
He is not magnanimous,
But ignoble.
He precludes happiness,
Plaguing hearts and lives.
There is no guile,
No illusion.
He procures souls,
With no pursuit.
He is nebulous and amorphous.
This poem is about:
Our world
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