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A poem about deciding, when death decides for us all

A Scene Of Horrors
by Keaton Foster

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A body here
More bodies there
Deceased people
Bloated sheeple
Stagnant steeples
Taken down
To the ground
Broken bones
Empty homes
Dead as death
Lifeless beings
No longer living
Seeing nor believing
God above
The devil below
Who the heck knows
Where did they go
Why did they leave
Was it their time
Or is the concept of time
Merely a game
A cruel illusion
Turned on its head
As always said
By those keeping count
All of you will die
They scream at the dead
Making less sense
Then life itself
Fear thy God
Fear thy Devil
Inside darkness
We must reside
One is real
The other
Is false
A decision
Must be made
While not deciding
Is the real decision
After all
But then again
They are all dead
Rotting meat
Vultures fly high
Carian denied
Putrid refined
Oh the smell
What a hell
As far as seen
Beyond belief
A scene of horrors
Some shot
Some stabbed
Some cut in half
Many smashed to bits
Interchangeable limbs
Who is who
What is what
Caved, is the skull
But those eyes
Blankly see nothing
More than ever before
Upon fates cruel edge
Those who remain stand
Watching behind
Looking ahead
Knowing the end
Before it arrives
A scene of horrors
Plays out like a game
Where losers are defined
By the same standard
Of those who are
Considered winners…

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