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mythie
Poems
Jan 2018
charlotte.
A crumbling god lays in my grasp.
As he lay coated in my tears.
I can't help but hope they heal him.
He said we'd ascend.
We'd leave our flesh vessels.
To watch over them like gods.
Yet, with all the power I've consumed.
Why is the body I'm holding stiff?
I've become a god, all you've ever wanted.
When you said you could join me.
Was that just a lie?
You said we could rid the Earth of filth.
What do I need to do to tell you I love you.
Would it take mere words to bring you back?
Ashes to ashes.
A tall man came today.
Coated head-to-toe in black.
He said he could bring you back.
For one small price.
If I gave up my name, my identity.
For that, you would return.
I accepted.
I await your arrival.
While you rest, I caress you.
I need to rest, I've been awake too long.
You may not remember me.
But that is alright.
For you see, my dear.
As long as you are here.
We can be gods all we'd like.
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