Seeing the top
It's really the bottom.
Universal Laws
Were clearly forgotten.
Grasping for straws
To maintain the charade.
Facing the music.
Ends the games that they've played.
Liberation.
Vindication.
The Soul's eternity.
Look your maker in the face
And tell me what you see.
~Osian~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2023 14:04
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
'Grasping for straws
To maintain the charade.
Facing the music.
Ends the games that they've played.
Liberation.
Vindication.'
profound, words to meditate upon
thank you! dear Poet
Cheers!
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