I learned about two bulls.
two Gods.
One of purity considered to be white,
shining glorious like the sun.
The other was cursed black,
made of charcoal that burned.
They were in everlasting war.
trapped until the end of life.
How would that end come?
It would come at the peak
of the bloody battle.
The cursed bull would win.
Its evil lust for power would darken the Earth
after The light one passed.
Trapping us into eternal-
darkness, cold, and eventually
we'll ask the question,
who is the black bull?
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoetryA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
