| Waxor's tears went out for those who stood in single file lines Waxor's tears drained his eyes for mating pairs afraid of time Waxor cried for those who huddled in groups held tight yet torn Waxor cried amid the smoke of wastelands ignorance born when the night was young and the day was old and the sun despaired of life Waxor's tears fell in the bowl ran its brim over sides for all the needy, for all the lost for the victims of the bones Waxor cried and wept in frost sadly sobbing muffled groans the scourge had come had sown the wrath doing nothing they stand and wait the creeping smell of rotting struggles did weight the bow to break as blood filled the skies and flesh ran in rivers as the winged ones spread the plague the darkness multiplied extending its reach spelling doom for the gilded age in a narrow valley a spark hid low in a tuft of meadow sod the searchers were sent to track it down to seal it in the pod they were to bring it to the killing fields amid the worst of the worsening blight its head would be shaved its back striped bare bound so it could not fight and before those remaining who begged for the sword the spark would be made example of how no resistance is possible to lift any spirit from the trample the torture ensued the spark did cry out none helped and all to blame so they bowed their heads covered their ears and closed their eyes in shame all it would have needed is for one to believe and the spark she would be saved to empower others to seek the truth and defeat the hate depraved but fear was strong and weakness stronger the scourge would slaughter on the growing shadows encompassed the whole never another dawn light was dead thought was dead so Waxor wept his tears for those in lines for those in pairs for those in groups of fear Waxor cried Waxor sobbed Waxor weeps his tears |
the World Famous Artist Sean Terrence Best
presents..........
Waxor's Tears !! *~V8~*+
presents..........
Waxor's Tears !! *~V8~*+
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