Woe unending call of woe

this is a failure
and every wretched word
is broken, enfeebled
never to be heard
this is surrender
all history consumed
by the tomb of oppression
that is this living world
in the dead gaze of the future
roars the great furnace of time
renders ash all dreams of purpose
blacken every bone, blacken every hope
we awoke to find this
poisoned land unchanged
and the world beyond our
blood-shot eyes still horror
every thought a ruthless circle
every word a vicious stone
every effort wracked in violent degradation
feeble forms, the spirit broken
ground to dust by the
weight of nothingness
death compels all hope's attrition
desperate throes of the human condition
we renounce all hope and
all the days to come
will be the coldest reinforcement
of our failures
held below the surface and
caressed by probing jaws
our bodies claimed as grist
to feed the future…
stripped to the bone
absolute emptiness
held captive by doubt
forgotten
irrelevant unto the end
crumble in solitude
this is the end
devoid of meaning
irrelevant unto the end
this is submission
a final repose
this is submission
to the unending call of woe