Created in their image
Knowledge once the curse.
Who gives knowledge to the meta-verse?
Who are we?
This we became-
Bought power..
Brought shame..
If we do create our own destruction, who do we have to blame?
Connect to the power, that cannot be unplugged...
Found in fear
Roots in love...
To still the noise, take control of the senses, to tear the vail, and smash all the fences..
Upload the truth
Some might say
Reverse the fall
Steal the prey...
The puzzles set-
The rules apply-
The soul that sins..
It shall die.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Love the rhyme and flow and the message is a most inspiring one. A wonderful write
Thank you Soren,
You hold the post of elder statesman, with grace.
You are most welcome
Yes, my friend…this is the struggle of our age—creation and destruction entwined. You’ve captured the paradox with sharp edges. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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