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Darkness.
I arrive in a special classroom situated somewhere underneath heaven.
The room smells like someone left dirty laundry in it to fester in the summer sun for years on end.
The only problem is, that no sun can reach this room.
Night is still hours away and yet...everything is dark.
I try to move my legs forward and escape from the room but, as has become customary in times like these, I can not.
I look down to inspect them to see if they've been nailed to the ground, and discover that I have no form at all.
I am a shadow now.
But whose shadow am I?
City lights City lights
How do you fall asleep at night?
Through stained glass panels.
They shine so bright.
And kill the dark to grant us sight.
I close my eyes.
And shut my mouth.
I can not scream. I can not shout.
My limbs fall off where branches sprout.
Yet with no arms I still reach out.
The ̶s̶k̶y̶ darkness it burns!
It burns my eyes!
my words ring out, to no reply.
Where one god lives. Another dies.
When one descends, one more shall rise.
The same girl that always shows up when I am ̶l̶o̶s̶t̶ happy appears before me.
Her hushed breathes sound more like the echoes of guns, due to how quiet it is in here.
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I teleport back to my favorite room in the world.
And thankfully, I'm all alone with my favorite girl.
Her name is 54 68 65 20 63 72 75 63 69 66 69 65 64 20 67 69 72 6c and I love her dearly.
The reason for this, is that she isn't really like you or and me.
This is because she is an emissary of ̶G̶o̶d̶ ̶g̶o̶d̶ HOPE.
In addition to this there are many other things she does not approve of.
She thinks mayonnaise is a horrible condiment.
I disagree.
She doesn't understand the need for the yellow light on traffic lights.
I disagree with that as well.
That light saves many lives.
Just as I do.
Just as we do.
Alone down here, in the greatest room in the world.
What do you think all of this means?
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PoetryEverything is H̶o̶r̶r̶i̶b̶l̶e̶ Beautiful; All that is here is happy! but just like in real life, horrible things may happen. If you are easily disturbed; please proceed with caution. #1 on Philosophy 10/23/21 #3 on Psychological horror 10/23/21 #8 o...
