good and evil, the balance of this world;
from the gods came the laws we behold;
our destinies sewn to tapestries;
grandiose - origin of Life's first breeze;
power and authority we beseech;
to behold, control we aim to reach;
true rules lay in our instincts;
so then why do we let others poison our drink?
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
