Thou art fixed betwixt my two iron fists

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by stunoisgod

by stunoisgod

Does anyone fucking read these?

If unfortunaltey due to some unforeseen circumstances you are,

Hello from a far away, failing planet

Why, I ask you with a tinge of disdain

Do people that are young like you and I

Find it enchantingly attractive to hold cynical views about everything in life?

Why is the image of the dark clothed, hooded, mysterious loner such a sought after state of being?

Is it the media?

A defence mechanism out of fear of rejection?

Is it the cold hard, iron fist that is life?

Is life a cold hard iron fist?

I dont fucking know.

Is this even a poem at this point?

Have I not said "thou" or "betwixt" enough?

Not enough metaphors? Here's one

Life is like a

( this poem contains content from God who was blocked it on copyright grounds)

just skip to the next one it's probably better.