The Sentinel Has Shrugged Poem by Alexander Zalan

Recumbent fractures of remorse,
A vaguely stuttering incline,
The gore of dire and vain discourse,
As incarnation of the vine.

Perceiving humans in redundance,
I do impugn obtrusive lore,
As the humanity's abundance,
Adorns the void with murk and ore.

The vault of whimsy as a blister,
Perpetuates the gist to strife,
The ridge of thoughts as motley glister,
Is brandished as the herald rife.

The truth is sheathed in sombre corners,
Expelled and banished from the earth,
Though the hypocrisy in mourners,
Implacably distorts the girth.

Roaming oblivion in blessing,
A pompous, peevish, tainted reign,
Results in paltry, meagre guessing,
Equivocally lurking feign.

The cufflinks from the molten glory,
As evanescing orbs of sand,
As shattered and defiant story,
Pervade the core of lucid strand.

And thee shall enter worshipped rubbles,
The realms, lairs and dens of ruth,
Where insolence foreshadows troubles,
And gleeful altercations soothe.

I'll sharpen blade off the derision,
Will fracture sunrise into shards,
Thus omnipresence of collision,
Will leave abashed and vicious guards.

When all the seven seals are broken,
Admonishing exultant deaths,
Then disembowelled, grinning token,
Will garnish zeal with vivid breaths.

The incongruity of mettles,
Will girdle domes of scarlet pride,
As the perfection never settles,
And fervent souls will not abide.