People never believed
A truth, a truth that was known to be a sin
It was never them
It was faith
Counting down from 24 hours
Just a little more till the vanish of a soul
No more than a timer
Till the disappearance of a whole
It was never known what it was
It was never known what it could do
People never knew its capabilities
A capability of death
A tragedy no one could ever hold onto
A fear every has,
But none could change what faith holds for
It was a date
A date that was never changed
But what one could regret
It is what is believed to be a sin
But it was faith
A death date,
That was never displayed
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Poetics
PoetryPoetry. The hidden art behind its words, The expression, the emotions and the feelings. The beauty that lies inside its lines, and the deepness that lies within it; takes us to another reality, one that lies upon mysteries and wonders. Poetry, a b...
