Like a master swordsman Who parries the thrust of lesser men, With barely a thought, I, made myself master Of my impending caprice; The debris of my beloved soul; Whilst His agape love, Whistled into the high winds aloft, I was done For the worst, I feared. Afar off, terrified Aghast; Dread at last. My […]
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Man, The presumed likeness of The Supreme Being In a swift moment, fell A fall that ascends To heaven’s bother As man bites the dust Colored with bitterness, Shame and nakedness, Exiled afar off, from glorious Eden An unexpected sojourn of him begins, Shagged of despisal and toil A swarm of outworn souls Clad in
The air was frigid, the darkness all-encompassing, and a silence so profound it echoed in my ears. Never before had I encountered such stillness, and I couldn’t comprehend its origin. Was this the aftermath? Was this the end? Doubts plagued my mind, as they often did, for I was a natural skeptic, molded by my
