malice and malcontent spreads through the lands
which do slumber so.
the song of hate, it lilting melody, snaking through the crop fields and hills.
nigh the day of reckoning with which all shall undoubtedly fall.
cresting the horizon and casting its gloom, it frowns upon us all.
it's inescapable, unknowable and unfathomably painful,
but we will all face it, either before God himself or within the depths of Hell,
we will face it. No matter what.

© stele