Architects of what we sow

Architects of what we reap

Architects of what we know

Architects of what we seek

Look around

Cast a bloodshot, stunned gaze upon

A midden-strew woescape

And know emptiness

And know ennui

And know the bitter sorrow of

All-consuming abandonment

Resplendent

Empty

Megalithic

These colossal, tragic monuments to absence

That cast feeble shadows onto

The lifeless wastes around them

What once were shining temples

Now debasеd by a fathomless hunger

Strangled in dеcaying and warped spectres

Of wisdom long since befouled

The besmirched wreckage of prophecy

Stifling...corrupting...choking...

And again, I implore thee

As stagnant, sanguine ichor fills my eyes

As bleak tears stain a wretched visage

As if holding a mirror to this vignette

Guardian tombs to shepherd the meek

Palatial vaults to avarice speak

Glittering realms - hubris and disdain

To ash and dust and waste - revelation's stain

Look upon

These sad bastions of emptiness

These colossal, tragic monuments to absence

Stood unmoving - a ghastly facsimile of stoicism

Steeped in the echoes of pride now collapsed

And growing fainter with each dying

Second towards blessed oblivion