Life in Poetry
- Sept. 17, 2018, 7:46 p.m.
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The Earth
Is a sinful breeding disease
Fabricated in plastic
Created to surreal
Nothing is real
Multiply it by two
To hear a story untrue
Divide what is left
And prepare for God’s test
I had a dream that
Ate a whole inside my head
Leaving a message for the dead
Then I transformed into a liquid
Dissolving into the Earth
Soaked up by its roots
Then prescribed
To the world as food
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DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ September 17, 2018
Very cynical. Or that is how I view it. And you are soooo pale! Do you burn in the sun?
Raphael Tiriel DevilishlyInnocent ⋅ September 25, 2018
lol, yes, I burn in the sun but if you use mint shaving cream it will tan it fast. Yeah, I should probably take my shirt off and get in the sun more, lol. The poem is about reincarnation.