Gave away the powers
To find the lost day
Arduous tasks and Rolling Stones
Grappled within a doubt
My monastery of truth and sound
An estimated ellipse
Nobody wants to know
Woe to you, those who don't have compassion
Those who are in arrogance
Those with the lust for power
Those who possess greed
A man cannot be free
Unless he himself is,
And perception is achieved
By the stronghold of truth
And,
Nobody else can do it for you
Woe to you,
Those who think they deserve everything they own
Woe to you,
Those who don't have love for nature
Woe to you,
Who say fathers and mothers are only there to care
Anyone with knowledge;
Even if it holds only a grain of sand
Know that we are but only animals
We are but only human
We are but only limited in scope
We are but only here for willingness
And those who say, "nay, we are but the best of them all,"
Do not be clouded by your judgement
Lest you'll never gain light
Be careful with who you are inside,
Be careful with what you do
Because light, woe to you, isn't achieved by fear,
It is achieved by courage, by light aglow in the hearts of darkness and fear.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
