An Epic of Conscience

An Epic of Conscience
by Marc Mauhay

Death dwells in every home, waiting for its next
Hymns of death are sung, an elegy is said
Under the full moon, progenies of death lurks
They will tear you apart, everyone hunted

The marching dead, their unstoppable pillage
Pushed everyone who withstand into abyss
Excessive hatred for all things that are good
Are we to resist, the hounds of Anubis?

The sun had risen when we least expect it
The light of dawn triumphed the darkness of night
The warmth of benevolence melted the ice
The frozen water of hatred, and of fright

Everything that was said, all are metaphors
For creatures like such, created by our hands
The manifestation of our own evils
Never set them free, remain beneath the sands

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