Vultures come to clear the land from the death that you began.
Your putrid smell reeks of your dishonesty.
Plead upon your knees.
Your fears are your disease.
Success you will not see.
You’re condemned.
Your peace will never be.
You spit upon your conscience.
Your goodness suffocated by your greed.
Now you’re left abandoned.
No consolation will you receive.
Guilt is your only company.
You use your convictions as an excuse for your destruction.
Calling upon others to sacrifice for an unknown stand.
Yet your cause is not so righteous for you to lose a hand.
Using empty words you spray hatred upon the land.
Your voice you raised above, yet only your ignorance was heard.
The death of your obsession has finally occurred.
Your insolent anger will not destroy the hope in which we are.
In the end, your legacy will not survive.
Because we move on.
Forward.
Passionate
and Alive.
© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill
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