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Dark Hours

Scattered Thoughts

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The world has become numb.

The human forms which roam here no more ooze blood,
Intense exasperation evaporates from the blood-red sea.
Trepidation sometimes shakes the land.
Love no more lives here.

Hallucination is what we see every day.
No dream to share,
The skeleton in our eyes asks itself
“Why are you still alive and dare to stare?”

We fail to retort upon this sincere audacity
The fire in us is pale and cold.
We need some hope to brighten up the mind
We need sane voices from the human-kind.

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About the picture
Name: Twilight of Man
Artist: Rockwell Kent
Date 1926
Medium: Woodcut on Japanese Tissue Paper

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