Lucid

Swift is their own surmise
slowly seeping away truth,
disguising iniquitive acts.
Reach to the Heavens,
for Hell grips down,
depleting oxygen, screaming
for the skeletons of perfection.
They quake the earth, devastating
the indecisive souls,
eternally eloped to ember.
Corrupt, their hardened hearts,
soft only for lustful sin.
Focus high above
beyond visible light, for
darkness shall be conquered,
diminished into dust.