GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 45

Pave the path to the Apocalypse. The once sturdy voices of faith long muffled Sigh a dirge of decadence. Pestilence creeps in shrivelled umbilical cord, The sap of life falters in fangs of infertility. The mother becomes childless The child motherless. Beauty becomes untruth Untruth beauty. Existence becomes non-existence Whimpers to nothingness. 45