CreativeWriting
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As The World Burns
I don’t know whysome birds sing and flyin the blue of the skywhile this earth dies. Complicit is our mindsto the abuse we put to usethe teaching of the divineto cipher with it in time. What use am I just a guyis all I am and I can be awrywhen it gets under skin whydo Continue reading
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Legions Of Pain
Deep dwells legions,in black cold fitsI rise to surprisewith black eyes I rip. It’s just my pastthat causes concern.I live past it and trythose things unlearn. Yet the leviathonof a haunted soul minewill rise to devourthings pure and divine. I am not soullessneither am I a blind.I see myself happy thensuddenly me I can’t find. Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
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