Confronting Entropy - Ulcerate

No pity for the destitute

Of the land stained in blood

Left deserted to face futility

We must not dream of virtue

Us poisoned elite

We are void

Decry the willing

Decry the resolute

The desperate grasp releasing

In refusal to subsist

An endless aperture

Is the essence of their disposition

Obtuse at the surface

Pernicious in being

Cut through the superficial, cursory effusion

What is ignored in the present

Will be resurrected

The forsaken confront entropy

Alone, helpless, wandering toward demise