Fuck! The frigid air bites,
Tearing through my flesh
Like the dead now walking,
Lumbering in their mortal coils.
The frosty summer air bites,
Exposing the bloody reality
Of death in all places and seasons;
No one is getting out of here alive.
You think you can do anything,
But truth exposes the lies
And limitations become defined
While boundaries seem limitless.
God forgive us for losing ourselves
In this labyrinth of malicious lies,
Forgetting the reason for our talents
And the purpose for our very lives!
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
even devoid of any theological alignment;
I can't help but appreciate how well this is written
and how despairingly raw, you've gotten your passion across...
thanks for sharing
Wow! Thank you so much for reading and for your feedback! Much love and appreciation from this poet to you, kind sir!
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