Ragnarok

In this time of such delusions,
so much pain and persecution,
I would strive to end confusion,
Break far away from the illusion. Away to
another day, away from the mortal fray
And yet I fear that the end is near.
for me today, perhaps a year,
But the day will come. Harbor no fear.
We must all remember what is dear.
Today dont push them away.
Today tell them it's ok always.
The time has come for a new debate,
for certain topics just lead to pain,
not who you abhor or strive to hate,
retreat inside and salvage your brain.
Our petty faults will have to wait,
less the cradle become a bloody stain.
Hate that has raged for myriad days...
how could one create such hate?

Copyright ©2004 Ross Pollack Wilkins III