A good friend once told me that things come to an end. That there is always an end to everything. That we will soon evaporate into thin air and move on to either heaven, hell or wander into the earth for an eternity. What would be of our bodies? I have come to realize that they will not remain preserved as our souls are. They will just rot into a six foot underground hole and will be eaten out by worms. All of us are to rot, or burn into a dust. Why do we pretend we are better than someone when we are to wear a covering of what we call flesh. Why do we mistake our flesh to plastic, if it is to wither away. No matter how hard we try to be better, our destiny will just rot away with our envy, our selfishness and our humane nature. In the end, why did we even try?
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clemmie's writings and poems
Poetryjust some extra samples and some of my poetry ! all writing is mine, and all pictures (unless stated) are not, so credit to all the photographers ! (yes, the cover does belong to me) -clemmie
