Nihilist

A thin, folded paper

Within rusted palms

A superior future

Within the ink

That could cleanse disease

Circling in rows

A simple encryption

Found by the curious

Solved only by the intelligent

And executed by the brave

We look for new recruits

The wild unknown

Running into shadows

a flourished trail of fire

Being a phantom to their footsteps

As they lurk over prey

That has yet to exist

Possessing the forests

Their marks littered on bark

Their minds never torn

Their purpose absolute

Ruthless for a reason

Without permission

Hunting to find

What beauty is left

Bleeding from the petals

Dripping from the leaves

Falling from the skies

Before it descends

Where all things dissolve

Buried under time

To rest in peace

As the air above

is blighted with cinder