One question left at the end of creation,
what happened to the others are a true mystery,
Only the strongest lack the information ,
But they spend their time looking for the answer regardless,
The world dying, but does anyone care?,
Everyone is too distracted tying to learn the secret every night,
Instead of living the life which was so rare,
Although they find themselves learning in the end,
To many, the answer is cruel,
But nevertheless, is always true,
That's the one rule in reality,
For living the life granted by the universe,
Everything ends after time,
But a new start is found eventually,
As anything can happen at anytime,
Only fate can control our destination to disaster,
Death controlls our life,
Like a clock counting down in our face,
Whether it ends by a knife,
Or from the end of death's scythe,
We can't change the past,
Nore can we determine our future,
But we can live our best and have a blast ,
Instead of dying without a taste of the world around us...
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Blood On My Hands
PoetryPoems and the odd stories✍ ----- FYI- .)TW negative / sad subjects .) large range of subjects .) I may change or widen the aspects of each .)I'll post whenever in whatever quantity... maybe ill try and sort out my schedule . Thank you and I hope yo...
