I was walking in the Valley of Man,
No longer utopia,
Now a ghost town.
No writing on the wall,
Unspoken silence of the birds,
Whispers of a perfect tongue.
I walk by a fallen tower,
Built too high to last,
But too mighty to crumble.
The decay of man,
I leave the Valley of Man,
This is no longer the world of man,
We just live here.
Some try to live,
Some to die,
Some of us dream of a common language.
Those that do,
Dream for peace,
An end to tragedy.
Others accept bloodshed,
Are content with flawed speech,
Refuse to attempt utopia again.
I pass by faded altars,
Deities extinct and forgotten,
No more need for sacrifice.
But they lack sight,
Dreamers mourn the loss.
Numbered days count backward sheep and,
White sheep cover themselves in ink,
But we are afraid to fall off the tower.
I look behind me and see the valley,
Nineteen tongues of flames engulf the village,
Whispering the adulterated symbol of Man.
But no ears are there to hear it,
The sound is drowned by the corrupted sea,
Black waters illuminated by a fallen star.
I look to upwards and see hell falling from the clouds,
My gaze follows the perfect colors,
And I accept the Fate of Man.
I run across the water,
Drag myself through the forgotten village,
And watch God’s hand do work from the tower.
Religions class? That sounds interesting, in the least.
Does your school not have religion class?
No, it does not.
You had religion class? I go to a public high school in the U.S. and our idea of a religion class is that really weird Mormon Spanish teacher that mostly just talked about her church instead of teaching Spanish.
Still have it, not past tense, but yeah. It's good fun because there's like a few Catholics, a Protestant, a few Atheists, one of whom is a tranny, and a Muslim, so there's almost always argument for me to enjoy. Cool class either way.
I go to a private Jewish high school. We have to take 8 semesters of Jewish studies. This semester I am taking a Jewish poetry and mythology course.
I really like the poem, Betaband!
Mizal saying something nice? This is the highest compliment I could receive.
You have religion poetry classes? That sounds cool. All we had was the atheist girl discussing with the Christian teacher. Anyway, cool poem, really sends an eerie vibe.