As strong as the wind that blows , the lightening that strikes upon the earth.
A cycle still remain
the process of rain,the goodness thereof.
Destruction is inevitable to a colony like us.
Different cast and plays, defendants of warcraft,ships and planes.
The red bloody beauty of sinful weakness.
backward run of the races, seeking faces.
Upon the cross the ships remain.
Lands of fossils decaying away.
Beyond the stars they wish to put us , at what cost? Lives of all your loved ones.
humanity among the aliens, the grace of life rules in dominion.
Preachers of victory, of wars, of conquest.
Silence loudest in the room of regret. Visions of sight given. However , blinded.
The reverence given to thee of highest command.
Passed down as power, not knowledge of the devine.
The soul sucker, remembered as heros. Heros name soul suckers.
A story told different by every listener.
Cycle
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DARK POETRY
PoetryThis is my book with random poems That express real life like feelings..no connection between them JUST READ AND ENJOY 😋
