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
 razed
 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