To destroy; to create is a form of art fare.
And what we do must impact the planet
completely is buried under old cities.
But the ocean cannot clean,
what is already
immoral act to
wash our minds!
When all sense was lost.
Wings for judgement.
On a juggernaut planet.
Because we are the only light in a galaxy
gone dark.
I am born to sin.
Must also be born to virtue.
Or better yet torn from
a cloth.
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Author:
ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all fall....or gravity\\\'s first truth.
- Category: Nature
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