thunder clamored in his mind. a burning fire was busily consuming his heart. the loud voices had put out the small voice of reason humanity needed at all times. it was an absence of peace which was replaced by a sense of desperation.
he was high off of his own pride, producing toxic fumes of distorted truths that were sent to his mind.
he was too intoxicated to allow whoever tried to aid him the light of truth to shine. a tragic shut out of darkness dwelled within.
his council became as untrustworthy as brutus.
his aphrodite became athena
- another perspective that demanded to be forced down his throat.
his hubris reared it's ugly head, attempting to destroy whatever left in the roots of his soul.
now the question is, where does our hero walk from hereinafter?
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THE ROSE CROWN 🌹
RandomThese are my snippets of writing. Some chapters contain poems while others contain a bit to read. *updated at least twice a week ** it's been three years since I've written anything. I have published the last couple of chapters I've held back from p...
