Inside this Magic Spell in Poetry

  • Nov. 30, 2019, 4:42 p.m.
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I’m bleeding my poetry
In the isolation of outer space
Drifting farther away from the Earth
Until it appears
As just another atom
Taking up space
I’m just a particle of sand
Inside the Cosmic Web

This world is an eloquent lie
Divided by time
Everything from politics to religion
Is programmed inside your head
It is the message of the dead
Running away from everything
Trying to understand every philosophy
Besides the TRUTH
Of who I am

Humanity is a virus
A plague on the Earth
Born in ignorance
Give me
Something to believe
Provide me with a God
That murders for free
Give me anything
Because I fear
Knowing thyself
When I can pretend I’m something else

Provide me with a Sun
That will give a beautiful life
Provide me with a Moon
That kills at night
The dead sings
Their sorrows in silence
While the living
Replaces memories
Creating fake histories
Celebrating the few
Erasing the many
Who knows what is real
Inside this magic spell


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