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The Apocalypse

written by: Tinashe Muza


Primitive cognitions
Pathetic they are
Blinded they are
Proclaiming to be on top of the food chain,
But rather being devoured by the vultures
That ray of life that once flitted obfuscated by arrogance
High handed they are
The love of patronization is overwhelming
How can such souls be redeemed?
Obliviously walking in the path of Beelzebub
The clock ticks
Eventually, it comes to a halt
You’re too late
Purity now reigns
You shunned away from the truth
Feeding on delusion
Feeding on megalomania
What now?

Tinashe Muza

Tinashe Muza

Born in Harare, I grew up in Highfield with my aunt. Went to Sandringham High (2014-2017). Pursing my dream to study oncology, I find myself gallivanting in the world of poetry.
Tinashe Muza

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