The Poetic Onslaught Pt.3 Oblivion

Part III of the poetic onslaught. The last two poems to end it all.

Part III: Oblivion
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The world is plagued by this horrible disease,
Like no other it destroys us all,
little by little but still no one sees.
A wildfire spreading ablaze
Until life is burned down,
To the bloodiest haze,
The sickness will pour
too thick to ignore
and become afraid
and realize this
we live in the abyss
that we’ve made.
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How can one let it go
Let it be stolen
That second soul.
To someone who’s hunger
Is never satisfied
For someone who’s body
Is not dignified

It sits in the inside
As if it was another soul.
It glows radiantly
To let others know.
It’s a new kind of beauty,
A whole new pure.
Let it reflect,
It acts as your mirror.
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End of Part III of the Poetic Onslaught.