Poems on Nature (ongoing)

Poems on Nature (ongoing)

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Poems on nature. I will edit and update as it comes to me so some of these may change with time. For better hallway vision: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFoT6UUNLZc These are getting increasingly more religious (in a not so pious way) to the point where I feel the second last poem needs a disclaimer: I wouldn't usually give poetry a strict definition but I don't want (too many) people getting the wrong idea about me. This is not about worshiping satan or giving up on whatever god you pray to. I believe that when Nietzsche said "god is dead" he meant that we should let him die (if anything, in our minds) so that we can learn to live without fear of punishment or with eyes only for the complete bliss of heaven. Death is unknowable but the odds of going to heaven will be in your favor if you were good (or great, by Nietzsche's standards) for the sake of being good and enjoying life, rather than trying to please the creator.
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