How can the universe be so unfair?
How can our existence be so mere?
At times, the world is an actual hell,
Humanity is just a wandering shell.Now listen to me all-mighty celestial being!
Let me punch you in the face
or even between your eyes, real hard; one evening,
please look around, what a disgrace!People without faces poking and prodding you everywhere,
hearing the call of a promised land, ready to join them,
sly demons spawn before becoming scum,
no one's left to spare, what an affair!Blossoming from wet ground into a delicious fragrance;
sorrow, anger, dissatisfaction, impotence.
From the way her moonlight silhouette promises lustful rewards,
I can tell from the way our motions intermingle into discord;life is unfair, life is prejudiced!
How come I did nothing but breathe,
while others seek laboriously for a piece of bread?
Nonetheless, we always end up meeting Death.How come you did not succor us?
Humanity is nothing besides vestige.
Don't be surprised if some take sweet revenge.
Accused of the highest treasonous life; time does not invite to discuss.
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Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]
PoetryI'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to...