Next time, I'll hold the ocean in a force so fierce,
So that when you're lips pucker and my name is just a breath. I'll be there.
I'll hold the flowing river to a stop,
Command the winds to a still,
Fear not for the nsunami and the tornado, I laugh!!
How weak!
For I am no human I am God.
Though tell me, what God weaps in the morning light? Or can't seem to leave slumber for day
What God arms ache at doing something as simple as holding the water of the world back,
Am I not God to you?
Then why, why do I feel so unpure
Unholy?
It's seems you more God than I for you are like the sun beams whilst I, the shade
Tell me am I God or man?
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
