From Dust to Dark

Pens bleed from punctured souls
ghastly memories echo previous haunts
graveyards littered with decayed sins
as guilt fertilizes darkened soil

epitaph's shout of heroism
clamoring cliche's of "rest in peace"
while rebelious worlds battle endlessly
which side of thy throne have you gone

Kings and Queens are beheaded
if only for a Jesters amusement
and the meek shall inherit so much
but what is left of humanity

thou soweth with pine needles
with pride upon scarred arms
tattooed bodily designs
will signify thy foolishness

millions upon millions I beseech thee
to claim ownership of love
even poison pitted serpent's smile
for they know peace lies in poverty

greedily we brag and boast
raising glass to silver spoon
how much of your belongings
will fit inside your tomb...

Deep and dark but I liked it...Nice...

My kind of write here I like how you've used certain "archaic" words here: thee, thou, thy, etc. Gives it a nice old feeling. Post some more and Welcome to the Poetry forum!!

Fully enjoyed,,

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