Mister Skull starring back
At the reflection from
The last man on earth's sunglasses
Enticing view
The raven flew over as
Mister Skull walked on
"Is this man next?"
(What a strange thought)
John Doe # # # # # # # # #
Marking him the target like many others
There is nothing to foreshadow
The ultimate truth is the numerous numbers
Of drafted soldiers
The cowards blame
The heroes die
Or vice versa
The arid winter hopes to see light
Across this barren no man's land
"Tick, tick" the glory machines
Whispering and waiting to be used
You know the pat on the back
It has been acknowledged
Spinning the wheel of grandeur each way
Life and war
The unsung waived to become
A physicist, a chemist,
But we are all Demi Gods of adaptations
Ceasing humanity.
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