Poetry Depth

 A fire One of which boosted humanity To the lavish stories, it now stands Its warmth, Embraced the circle that Stands before it Uniting all Its heat, Changed civilization From a bunch of  Wild pack animals Into decently "Civilized" No longer was gore involved in daily manners. Chow cooked Garbs warmed Cruel Nature no longer dictated The customary hypothermia Decrees set in place For all who break will Undoubtedly succumb To its raging embers But rash Prometheus Knew of the consequences At jeopardy When offering this grant A fire of its own raged inside Its heat As magnificent as the sun themselves No fuel, Ever required Burning viciously since God's composition of Earth Ripping everything of vitality With the dull forces of stars Cascading down on barren wasteland Leaving the cold universe Limp Its echo Far distant of The void it once Illuminated With the strength of The Heavens Centering everything on One planet Energy, so violent Imbued in all beasts So fire had scaled...

 A tree, So lavish in scope Sparked the novelty of all A searing blaze  Quenched by The serene breezes Which sailed gracefully To and fro All the others stood beside Insignificantly dwarfed The comparison between The sun and heaven Rivers poured through Offering strength Vitality in its purest state Nutrient filled Eden Life, a plenty Not even the most valiant winds Dare match against This tree The break of the year For all birds and critters Its roots,  Unbending Stood the trial of time All leaned into it After all, it was  Resilient An oasis in a desert, Shangri-la on Earth, Farmland in the face of The Tundra And Belial thought God will hear my name He etched away all that was life. The rivers drained The sun, harsh Followed by the frosty moon A utopia turned dystopian Gale blew away all life Life,  Whispers no more Its melancholic music turned into Belial's favorite note Silence But not peaceful A flat, Void Ever trenching silence A barrier not even the most ...

 A river, The calming currents A sign of peace Life cultivates ubiquitous along its reach In refreshing summer, It supplies a bath and vitality itself For small and big creatures alike A chance to escape Mother Nature's harsh glares In frosty winter, Beneath the hard frost Always a surplus of fish discovered The spot where the Most life dwells A creator in and of itself Its immense arms stretch leagues Depositing ecosystems of which it is Fundamental Not the grueling sun or frigid winter  Can obstruct its route But solely one thing can, Divine intervention Abaddon witnesses life as a whole  And hearty like the sun Reels in hatred For he sought to ruin creation in and of itself A barren wasteland,  His signature of presence He then created Drought. All life wilted, Innocent life who lived for joy, The birds would sing beautiful Touches of melancholy music Nature at its finest shriveled The best and worse For dark things did dwell here But they were inconsequential to ...

 Bounded, Managed with an elegant master As they slip away, Unrealizing what they executed For this, the master had millions of puppets to control And there were thousands of masters, Each has its artistical touch Some hold their puppets firm, Never once giving them a prospect to breathe The exquisite aura that is lush with vitality Some hold them loose, But neither less the presence of them is Undoubtedly Pungent Anywhere Anytime Traces lurk But oblivion is bliss So rare that dare brave Too insignificant to gauge Crushed by the sheer scope Of the zombies Slowly descending every day Closer to death, Than their deceased Traces so evident yet so obscured The hallmark of renowned Sophistication The cunning masters devised Hope always arises for god dispatched his Vigilantes  Bold, never succumbing to the  Beauty of incognizance The Devil’s veil But his cloak was stouter than expected Years left scars With the daily salt burn Bleeding from the core Yet, the fuel still outshin...

 How has the irrational governed rational beings? How have the subjectivity overruled objective truths  Once held dear? Even Satan himself can't come to dream of this Masterpiece. There was once harmony. A stake, infinitely long,  Stretched to the fountain of youth itself A symbiotic ecosystem of vinal plants and air-dwelling creatures Primarily, two candidates reside One contender, with its lush yield in spring Famed year round Bringing the vibrant ecosystems that now  Inhabit The other compliments With its yield in the fall For all to enjoy the reap Anytime With the crevices and nooks Where the primary contenders neglected, An exotic specimen, always to be found,  Enjoying the fruits of their labors Dawn one took, Dusk the other Always plenty located Of course, the gods were bored, As they always craved action. Subsequently, a parasite entered the picture. As tiny as it is, Wrecked irreversible havoc Feeding on the lush vitality, Both plants toiled during wint...

 Some say peace is buffer time for the preparation of war Just as God's irony strikes again For there was eternal peace and hope The reach for perfection,  A cruel joke Designed for one purpose To become more. Yet God never applied the rules to himself. But Lucifer believed, Grounded on perfection No room for mistakes Excelled did he Never reached the same sentence, the same reverence As the true holy God himself Levels of perfection are a myth. Yet, Lucifer can never be better. For it was the one and only creator  Who ordained him life And just as roots who go too deep Inevitably hits the cruel, relentless magma Dragging Lucifer down the abysmal depths As desperate as he, Lucifer seeks his hearth His homeland But found none The unforgiving gods shunned him. Always relentless in competition for The "trophy" So seek did he, The crevices of heaven Yet nobody understood him There was solely one choice left to make, Backstab his creator, The father of life Or continued on And...