Left alone with a flickering glare—
my analog candle collates
a hundred thousand years of recovery
from the atom split desecration.
Often haunted not by reality,
we cultivate hashtags to take their place.
So, speak only
if it improves upon the silence.
Odium for Nephilim—
and what you represent.
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Author:
C.W Bleu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2025 03:46
- Category: Reflection
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