We all are falling into the pits of Hell.
Our starting line is the sky,
And our finish is the lava core of solid underneath.
We are living to be drowned in our own sins,
To be monsters of breath and smoke.
And like a blinded man stumbling to find his way,
We think this is home.
We cannot see ourselves through smoke and bone,
So we are dumb and stupid and all the wrong
Things that make us of flesh.
This is the guide to humans.
It is poorly written.
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The Beginning To The End
PuisiI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
