I awoke today,
With bills to pay.
Fighting for a place to lay.
To be balanced…within the fray.
I cease to pray,
For the sky is gray,
With but one ray…
Piercing through, still dismay.
I yearn for hope.
Yet, that’s the human trope.
Still…bound in this globe,
A web…unfold.
My story…untold,
My life is bound to explode.
Yet, I extol…the wonders of this hole.
A black hole…a mixture of woes…and glows.
My enemies…remain my foes,
Abstract…or concrete, ask how it goes.
The human, so it goes, loves the struggle…he knows
But…when dropped in the fray…he froze.
I do not loathe,
I never fold,
I remain intact,
Simply wait to attack.
I question God,
What does this mean?
An existence you give?
To your children in need…
The die is cast,
No coming last.
The river crossed,
No tears shed…none loss.
I switched the flow…
The message, duh, you know?
For it is now incomprehensible.
So, decipher away…if you may
Here he comes, the true author:
"Stand back…I shall divide,
I shall asunder…this piece.
Simply bring me a list…"
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A mental abode,
Gardens…flowers…all cold.
A present choice…covered in frost.
Dost thou hear my voice?
You may seem to know,
To understand…
No…you’re baffled
Now, that tower crumbled.
You may wonder…in what manner,
Despair? Affray? Delay?
A victor, discerned?
Now you may…beware…in what way.
HA! :)
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