Apocalypse

When Man was created,

He was good.

A protector, a name-giver.

Then entered corruption:

vile, profane,

slithering up,

twining round

our souls.

Then incest-

Lot's daughters-

the destruction of purity,

the birth of monstrosity.

What is humanity now?

Where are we going?

Is there anything left?

The world is ending.

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Notes: This is my submission to NaPoWriMo #26; it's off prompt. I wanted to play with combining words and the images together into the same poem. So, this is my depiction of the corruption of humanity through the degradation of language. I hope that it communicates clearly.