The Sons of Cain

Risen now, the sons of Cain,
Through the slurries of history
and open doors of kindness
No nature can contain.

Risen now, with violent distain.
Fearing now no act of god,
no judgement, nor, no hand of love
to force the stolen refrain.

Risen now, foul humanity again.
Reasonless, the rancid vultures,
ascended now; the descent of man
and corroded hope in vain.

Risen now, to the lowest plain.
A conscience void of life,
holding a society void of hope;
in the blood soaked hands of Cain.

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