"God is dead."
The creature murmured,
As the sky buzzed mad,
And the leaves turned grey.
Hands let go,
As the Earth collapsed.
Freedom is no more,
And dreams are but a fairytale,
As the maiden's dress was stained completely black.
But the voice that cries,
Is a melody of strength and courage,
Seeping into the restless night.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
