A message unclear in Poetry

No one understands
The tears hidden in the sands
The Earth is in
A state a decay
And our minds
Are shaded with gray
Thinking of suicidal gods
That only know how to betray

No one is to blame
For the cyclic cycle
That the heavens manipulate
To play their games
Reflecting below
For I foretold
The mirror of truth
Seeks no name
To save
Or bury in a grave

As much as you may not see
Chaos creates
The most beautiful things
So feed your hatred to me
I’ll absorb what you give
And release the light
In due time
Just before all the leaves
Fall from the trees
And a gloomy fog
Prevents you to see
The things
You refuse to be