Who decides the rules?
Who draws the lines?
Who designs each person to be the way they are?
Who created "good" and "bad"?
What cruel god would make such a world?
I don't know
Or rather, I don't want to
Who decided I should be born?
Who thought this was a good idea?
Who reached out his arm and violated the pure?
Who made me feel this way?
What cruel world would betray such a god?
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EXPR1 seems to have set themselves upon reaching this goal
Finding the answer, the creator
Of everything they've ever known; but upon learning the truth
They shake their heads and insist "It's not... it's not"
Half of this world cried itself to sleep
Alone, in unison, but especially each one
Feeling pointless... Ha, what a way of putting it
Philosophy, religion, deep space exploration, speculation, searching for something
What do you expect to find?
Is it enlightenment you want?
Here, worship this mound of stone
At some point, you have to ask yourself
What are we searching for?
Is this life of ours not enough?
Will it ever be enough?
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
