Words, when structured cleverly are such powerful assets that undeniably immortalise our fragile humanity.
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I watch in retort as you blunder over causeways of stammering lies, hurtling weathered blows from your mournfully tarnished mouth.
The sound alone asphyxiates me and I would rather it hurry than disable my regal silence with the screeching noise of your thunderously garbled deception.
I fear to perish early – dread my soul be drowned and led astray. Deceased I can’t commit myself to be the best I can display. I’d like to grow in wisdom lest my life be worth its end today.
But with dismay I grow archaic resentful of my future fate. I can’t expire starved and needy – I want to ‘have’ not live to ‘hate’.
Before the end I’ll search for more: another route a higher state. Then I can pass become the past succumb to death become sedate.
Desiring this I’ll set a plan to vanish happy: die fulfilled. In a deed I’ll write these words consumed with grace – my burden killed.
I’ll live a life of glory now enshrined in love that’s mine to build. And when my mortal skin is shed I’ll know it’s something I have willed.