There's a heartbroken world with its surface so vast but empty.
With sands of ash,
Among a sea of bones,
Drifting endlessly,
To find a new home.
And the humans that the weeds dragged to the bottom of that sea,
Never got to see the light of the tree that looms above them with leaves of gold.
Beneath that gold,
Flows a stream of red,
Drifting endlessly.
This is a stone cold paradise with gates of flesh guarded by a hungry, restless entity covered in mold.
It seeks to ensure that not a single mortal being shall set it's world free.
Not to the clouds full of empty space and liquids of gore,
A pain that one holds as they are dug way underneath the world for no eyes to see.
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الشعر"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...
