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I tasted the abyss,
Where we all lie,
Until life begins.
I was born dead,
Mimicking life
On the uneven soil
Of a broken place,
Where the trees
Search for light
And hunger for
A trace of blood.
A hermit among
Herds of fools.
Where we all lie,
Until life begins.
I was born dead,
Mimicking life
On the uneven soil
Of a broken place,
Where the trees
Search for light
And hunger for
A trace of blood.
A hermit among
Herds of fools.
Experimental poem about spirituality by a clueless pagan, how unique (/sarcasm). Yeah, it probably is pretentious as can be, but for some reason I like this poem.
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