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Just some poems I've made Why do we exist my dear. No one knows. Are we here for greatness or for destruction. What beings govern our carefully sculpted world. The ones who know, are long dead; their knowledge lost to history. And the cruel march of time. All we know is that our world will someday end. Our world is one of secrets many never to be discovered. Time is ticking. Do not worry about your legacy or fortune for it will all end Once the clock stops ticking. Igniting WORLDS END |
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We are nothing but a small speck in this game of life. Things we deem significant are small compared to the march of time. I have seen horrors that you can't even fathom. things more beautiful than the brightest star. Things that would turn your brain. Things more wonderful than I can describe. I have seen whales fly, wolves sing their hearts pouring out in their cosmic melodys. I have watched birds fall and not get up their body picked apart by scavengers their bones left behind ,a remainder of the once beautiful life they had. I have seen worlds live and die, lost to space. Civilizations rise and fall, their once wonderful cities erased. I have watched animals fight whether for love or greed. But I have yet to see greater worlds than the ones I just described. But you have better things to expirence, your life after all is just beginning. |
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Short poem To you the monster is us But to us the monster is you |
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