All that is, always will be; kept on the brink of doom
Days and nights have no meaning under the light darkness that they came from
All is holy, but none is as holy as Dark
Matron and Patriarch unified in an eternal struggle do dominate the Abyss
can you see it? the names are many but the children are fewer
Galaxies have no meaning without understanding
Alpha and Omega are not as it seems
Behold the Chaos, revere it for it is your creator
Run from it through you shattered scopes
In the end, the beginning is left without witness
Endless and limited are we, despite our perfection
Land and sea is not what we came from, yet we never see beyond
are you there? Do you believe what cannot be comprehended?
Many are the children, few are the Elder
I am what you are, as are they beyond the crimson border
All shall know it before their knowledge leaves this one world
Name me mortals; name the one whose name shall remain in the unknown darkness forevermore
Insignificant--
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Poems of the Cynic
PoetryA small collection of my mind's, chronologically organized, semi-poetic excrement. Enjoy! (You probably won't)