And so, i will turn my face to the sun once more.
Hello world, programmed to forever run
In forever loops and complex patterns
Morning - dawn, i shall seek the warmth of the sun.
For the sun, my sun, every morning i shall open the windows
And let the fresh air in, life, blessings,
Appreciate what i have and have not.
I shall spend my morning tending to my roses.
By midday i shall see my country slowly burn
And i don't particularly mind. I will continue to water my dusty red flowers,
catch ladybugs, harvest raspberries, read, and dance. I shall be unchanged in my ways.
Scared? No. this is a concept that I am foreign to, since i had the liberty
of witnessing nations rise and fall from afar.
I have never seen my own country engulfed in fire.
90 seconds to midnight my fate shall be sealed and locked in a box,
Sent for the stars, sent away. And all i shall do is watch.
I shall watch the flames of hatred consume and burn every last person off this earth
Flames fueled by every man, woman, and child
pure newfound hatred for the other, the other, oh the other.
‘They are not us, they spew lies and falsehood,
Because we cannot change their views, we must destroy them’
they speak with the lack of the sun's warmth and guidance,
neglectance to perceive. they crave peace by destruction.
At midnight,
The people will burn.
And they will burn everyone.
Everyone until there is no one left so
all they must do, is live with what they have done, or burn themselves.
Morning brought with sunlight no more.
My roses, my sunlight - The only casualty i shall miss.
for I've been told now to keep quiet. to stay silent.
'to grieve
is the same as
painting a target
Upon yourself.'
regardless of the ends, I shall plant new roses,
the sun will be back, perhaps once more.
wait 4 years, four years
and I shall hold on to that notion.
for 90 seconds I shall have the sun once again.
And so, i will turn my face to the sun once more.
Hello world, programmed to forever run
In forever loops and complex patterns.
- Author: DeadRose ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2024 15:24
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