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Poetic T
Poems
Sep 7
I found my keys
God is the coin of a random flip.
A key is found, a child dies.
We can prey to the wind that then
collapses our house like a loose
card house falling.
But when we want the voice of reason
it’s only your inner thoughts that reply.
And we can’t hold ourselves responsible for the insanity of others Ill reflections.
Mirages of mental degradation.
We are our only a reflection,
Of self.
Humanities selfishness,
not the corruption of worshiping
weakness.
the degradation of morals
sidetracked by delusion..
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Poetic T
On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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