Life cannot be without death,
Nor death without life.
And every day ends in night,
Night in day.
Summers have winters,
Trees have sky.
Why then, can I not have you?
And you I?
Was this some hypocrisy,
Created by nature?
Some punishment for future deeds,
Burning, murdering, raping, pillaging?
Fuck you nature.
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A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque
PuisiWhatever I decide to write outside of "Losing My Faith" or whatever else I'm writing.
