Just a thought
~A fair world is impossible~
Death to the deathless
And Pain to those who wait
And sugar for the wealthy
And turnips for the hungry
May the Rancid Stink be forever condensing on the great plains of time
For the foul ever grow
Enlarge and develop
And shrivel up and whither, to end up as mulch for the garden of forever.
And live in suffering, undergrowthing the strong, as they are weak.
Dead on the inside, yet they cannot die.
Death to the deathless
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The Darkness and the Light: My Imagination
PuisiNot everything is meant to be rosy and soft. We can talk about unpleasantries and sorrow; pain and torture. Short stories and poetry about the trials of life. But, not everything is like that. Here, there is also the dainty views of gentle love, hig...
