Living life and dieing death
Growing tall and shrinking small
For the reason of life is dieing, for the reason of living is inevitable, for there would be no joy of day if there wasn't a sadness of night, life without darkness is a life without an extinction of light.
For the reason for living life is to live it not to feel your self die.
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Madness
PoetryThis is a poetry book. Read the following if you want to feel your insides be reformed like a decapitated Phoenix on the rim of a race for the preservation of human civilization. If you would like me to write a poem about something please leave a co...
