Born with the heart of night
buning within his chest.
When life came to him
he returned to death.
Only the maggots spoke of him,
with respect; under their breathe.
To die, to be dead;
meant little.
What was to be
only rotted under the force of his hand.
The sun never shone more dimly,
the day he rose from the shadows.
The world has suffered.
The world is dead..
The world has been ravished.
The world is raped.
Whose is to be saved?
When Time collapses!