On the decline
Swear I'm playing in time
It's moving, don't know what to do
Flashes before my eyes too soon
Azimuth
Don't leave me
Don't move
Oh how I would love for you to stay
And we'd climb to the great
Az - summit
But I'm afraid
It's much to late
To be changing
What Script-ors have scripted
To write what's been written
About my dear azimuth
I hesitate
To start believing
Their theories apocryphal
Their words unoriginal
Of my dead azimuth
Don't leave me
Please stay
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SCHISMS
PoetryA collection of wounds disguised as poems SCHISM /ˈs(k)izəm/ noun plural noun: schisms a split or division between strongly opposed sections or parties, caused by differences in opinion or belief. The world torn apart. Poetry to heal the wounds. Th...
