WRITTEN POETRY

Temples, built by religious fanatics Enveloped in beauty, for the admiration of men And those stones that were used to build them In the end, On each other, none shall ever fit As the temples will be broken down to bits. What was inscribed on two tablets of stones for humanity‚Äôs doom Ended when the […]

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I am 6.3 feet above the ground And yet they want me to be 6 feet beneath it. No matter how crazy this may sound I really need you to believe it. For at night when i fall asleep The very moment my mind is at peace They sleep not But they creep and plot […]

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