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Suhaila Jul 2019
My own thoughts
Filling me, I founder
Pushing me backwards
They Hit me like a thunder

My own thoughts
Laid down on a pile
And I went their under
Griped me from my collar
Dragged me, I surrender

My own thoughts
Are getting ample thicker
Lightening up my darkness
Shining muddy flicker

My own thoughts
Planned my tiny murther
Heaved the ground bellow my feet
And i can fall no further
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David R Oct 2021
In the beginning was disarray,
from chaos, Unnamed produced Array,
and then created another day
and Man and Woman came out to play

"My world I entrust unto your charge,
take care to not disturb the order,
Respect all life, little and large,
Aspire upwards, My son and daughter."

"prove your mettle, improve things further,
build my earth with good and virtue,
desist from any type of murther,
then none will have the power to hurt you."

"For I've made a hierarchy with you at the top,
it's up to you to keep the shop,
I trust in you, show Me I'm right,
Fill the world with love and light."

But he and her decide to experiment
in that which lies beyond their ken
and thus they cause a serious impediment
and make swift exit from eternal zen.

This tale I tell is repeated again
and again and again by all women and men,
it's repeated each year from cycle anew,
but it's end can be different: it's up to you.
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#mettle

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