You would not believe what I wanted to be,
A dancer of a black hole, a rocketeer in the sea,
To have fun in the dark,
to fly under pressure.
You would not believe what I wanted to become,
A frontline barbarian, a Musketeer three-in-one,
To tank the damage, to absorb the filth and hurt,
so that danger and death, see my smile first.
Oh, you would not believe what I wanted to be,
A friend to heaven, A Shakespeare of peace,
A rarity in this small world, a missing piece.
A king of the low, A fly to the high,
An unknown to Hell below, A companion to The Most High.
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Of Heaven and Hell
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that orbits around the subject of heaven and hell. The home of comfort and the house of the devils. You may be triggered, you may find peace. You may be called out for or you'll find new wisdom in this treasury. Have fu...
