God is dead,
The stars have fallen.
A newborn cries,
The surprise's sudden.
Creature of gold,
Life and power.
Snow white hair
And eyes of mother.
They themselves,
Held by the lovers,
Cried their tears,
Over sisters and brothers.
Our beloved human race,
Exterminated from existence.
But it had always fought
With great resistance.
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Hatred
SpiritualA series of things I write when I'm upset, mostly angry, and I thought that maybe some of you could be interested. TW: - Suicide - Blood - Violence - Sexual assault - ...
