How must I conduct an autopsy
within this seepage of degrading carcass
Rectify the mayham inflicted in my abscence
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There is something about this stanza that ties the whole poem into one nice little package of chilling darkness. I found myself sinking into the abyss of treachery excellent my friend

*small edit absents is spelled wrong*

My bad.

Correction made.

Awesome awesome and brilliant :-) sorry it's taking me so long to comment but life is hectic right now :-) Great poem with amazing wording. good job

It you know what the title means, the message of the poem takes on a deeper meaning and will give the reader a greater understanding of the poem. The afterlife in chaos, no blessed or happy life in these words. Men turned into savages destroying anything in their sight, destroying the promised serenity. Judgment, I, My who is making this judgment? The chaos is brought to order, savages abolished, I, My thinks about vengeance but represses those urges and sets about to rebuilt his Elysium. Excellent write.

It you know what the title means, the message of the poem takes on a deeper meaning and will give the reader a greater understanding of the poem. The afterlife in chaos, no blessed or happy life in these words. Men turned into savages destroying anything in their sight, destroying the promised serenity. Judgment, I, My who is making this judgment? The chaos is brought to order, savages abolished, I, My thinks about vengeance but represses those urges and sets about to rebuilt his Elysium. Excellent write.

Let our past repent
for future hibernates
in the aftermath of devastation

How must I conduct an autopsy
within this seepage of degrading carcass
Rectify the mayham inflicted in my absence

^Definately my favourite stanza's because they weren't packed full of complicated words with meanings I had to find out.

I think this poem was really good, once I was able to understand some of the words it made much more sense to me,
however I like this about your poems, that they are wordy and make you want to understand, and give you something to ponder over

Love
Tara
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What can I say? You nailed it once again!! Always a fantastic job!

Alas the poor of soul hath but to lament upon this sorrowfull sight, Is there no justice for this treatury? I pray thee to mend this then broken temple. For such words paid high the price bravo!

This is definitely a poem I had to read more than once. A few words I looked up and found the meaning of.

Such a dark poem that smells of gloom and death.

I can't imagine what you were feeling when you wrote this ... or maybe I can lol

Looking forward to reading more of your work...

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