Perpetual Fires: A Reflection on Societal Decay.

Trees burn like lightning strikes aimed towards the heavens from which they descended.
No leaves lie upon the ground, a profound example of endings which had no real beginning.
Splinters and shards like spears surround the dying body, a husk of history destined to be forgotten.
Deep shade submerging the cavernous corpse like a mask hiding a backstory of plight with its dimming light.
What once was a statute of divine duty, becomes a symbol of broken beauty.

A planet of perpetual fires brought forth by lifeless liars and bought town criers.
Societal decline is tailor made for their kind, soulless lice leeching life from young minds.

A secret conception of a facade for deception, misguided attention teaching less affection for others.
Mindless monsters manipulate the many into a land of no love, while the masses push and shove each other and strangely strive for division.

Perhaps we neglected philosophical reflection, allowing our society to become plagued with infection.

Trapped and jilted by those without fielty leaving only the youngest with a sense of the guilty.
Floods rush forward from innocent eyes like a flash of reality, a consequence of destructive humanity and a mimicry of their conscious insanity.

Bodies used and abused for the freedom of the few, using a matrix of delusion creating a world drowned in confusion.

Now nowhere and nothing are one and the same, a place left baron and tired, there's no connection in a world strangled by wires.