Melted Swords
We live in the kingdom of repetition;
which most of us currently enjoy.
it’s a kingdom of revolving competition;
a deception that demons deploy.
It’s a reality about winning and losing;
with mediocrity; in between;
everything has become about choosing;
but, all of it’s only a dream.
Most of us live in the crowded sidelines;
or in vacuous bar room scenes;
others, write of it, in newspaper bylines;
all about the death of dreams.
Entire civilizations rise, and then fall;
all, searching a lasting solution;
even celebrations, end up in a brawl;
a victory’s ultimate conclusion.
It’s a kingdom of seemingly infinite joy;
appearing to be without reason;
death is the threat; that demons employ;
but death is only a season.
Ultimately, all conflicts must end in war;
till the Lord of all shall descend;
none will know what they’re fighting for;
by fire; this kingdom will end.
Man has built a world from construction;
with a lifetime spent; seeking awards;
all of it shall end, in flames of destruction;
leaving us to fall, on melted swords.
Monty 11.18.25. # 3,065