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The Daughter Of God
as the endless, unstoppable
night expands, the ethereal
sons of light takes their seat
in a chancery in empyrean.
the court is in session, they,
will soon be in a discussion,
perhaps about the earth's
mishaps or triumphs, they
may be there all night, for
as long as the night will be
there. this connotes forever
so near yet so far fro court,
is a islet planet asylum for
the daughter of God, who
gave her an Einstein rosen
bridge so that there would
be a universe between them
thinking and seeing her,
at her wish.
she was loved by her brothers,
though they treated her like a
dove. they thought that she
would only be happy if she
was free, so they said that they
could only love her if she was.
she wouldn't run away.
they would let her go.
tho she was the most
beautifulest of all of
them in the cosmos.
they would cover for
her in the tribunal,
and they would look
forward to seeing her
every time she returned,
with a big smile on her
face as she voiced every
thing that sh
Eraser or Pencil?Haven't you wished
you could erase a choice you regret?
Would you wipe away a mistake
or a person you had met?
Guilt can eat away at the mind
If you erased a certain decision
what answer do you think you would find?
To bring a chance you missed
perhaps it's a pencil you need!
Which moment would you take
in which you might succeed?
Think about what could happen . . .
What events would take place?
Would it lead to your demise
or would you win the race?
Now consider this:
Which would you choose
to be your utensil?
La beauté éternelle
Dans tes yeux, tes larges yeux,
Se cache un mystère parmi eux !
Quand le zéphyr, caresse ton pelage,
On peut voir que tu es dans les nuages.
Quand tu rentre et que tu dors comme un ange,
I am GodI was told I was going to Hell
And only God can tell
Where I would be going when I die
If His existence was something I deny
My soul, to damnation, I would sell
Well my world was crumbling
Maybe religion would be humbling
I repented and all that other shit
Hoping my days will improve bit by bit
Through the prayers I'd been mumbling
But God never came
Everyday became the same
Probably even worse than before
Since I got into that world of folklore
More cynical and depressed I became
You see, I was lonely, hopeless, and I needed
Worlds to help me escape; my emotions were depleted
Good things kept on falling apart
Left me more scars and marks to my heart
Light and hope completely receded
That was when I realized there is no god
Religion and their scripts were only facades
Saying how these things are real
Just so creators and writers could conceal
Their plot to false hope while making money-wads
So religion was something I quickly denounced
Back to my original world I bounced
RealityWhat is reality?
What does it mean to be "real"?
This all seems so
Drawn out, elaborated,
Like some sought of court appeal.
Can a person "understand"?
Understanding is what you feel.
It's just perception.
Or maybe deception.
What you seal
For yourself in the path called life,
What someone else has
Given you as a deal
In the big game
The life you give,
The blood you spill,
This is reality.
Or maybe not.
All has been said and
like the turning of a mill
So the Earth turns
The thing called life moves on...
A Poem for Madam MacabreI cannot believe what Snuffbomb has done.
He soiled the Seer and ruined the fun.
But even if the voice sounds different to me,
I'll always keep watching your show on YT.
The Seer is the greatest thing on DA.
I really don't know what else to say.
I wish that I could be part o.f your crew,
But I really can't so here's what I'll do.
I'll support the Seer in every which way.
I'll make sure it lives to see one more day.
Korbyn is pretty, and Masky is great.
And no matter what Jeff I'll never hate.
If you like this poem, I'll jump up with glee.
Cause I'll be so happy with you liking me.
I wanna help out, I wanna be friends
And that is how this poem ends
Miaow"Miaow" said the kitten
Messing around with a mitten
She had small ears and little white socks
Then on the door came 3 loud knocks
"Miaow" she said another time
As the doorbell began to chime
She heard a bolt, she heard a key
She wondered out to go see
Who it was that she could hear
With her tiny kitten ear.
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