If time existed all at once,
Infinite us and infinite dust,
Which one of us do you kill?
And which one of us do you heal?
Staring at you in a room of white-
Or a face of death in the darkest night,
Do you fight us-
Or hug us-
Or simply awkwardly live amongst us?
All of us are a thousand in one:
Until in this we are done,
Of course a few may be a dunce-
If time existed all at once.
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Stinger Poems
PoetryPOETRY! Yes poetry, poetry from song lyrics, poetry that talks of natural life ideas from a different perspective, poetry about Christian ideas, poetry that rhymes, poetry that doesn't rhyme, poetry that sorta rhymes, just all sorts of poetry. I hop...
