The Crisis Point

A poem

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In the days

Of fits of rage

Life called upon

Its vacant stage

Eager youths

To fight the plague

That SWEPT THE LAND

With symptoms vague.

And so, they went

As warriors would

Into the unknown

Misunderstood

The people surrounded them

Awaiting their doom

They stormed the land

Scattered gloom.

Mob mentality

Vibrating hate

Towards humankind

Toon soon and too late

When did this all come about?

This society was decaying

Reeking of doubt.

The Gods, they laughed,

This had happened before,

One society collapsing

Was there reason for more?

Th warriors, their cries,

At passionless faces

Assembling together