Two Poems of MineKnowledgeTwo Poems of Mine
How come I must know, when obbsession seizes all? How come I must know, when direction nowhere goes? How come I must know, why tears of our souls are shed? How come I must know, why death is unforeseen? How come I must know, what sight the reaper bestows How come I must know, what sound he makes How come I must know, where those who need me are How come I must know, where those who aren't How come I must know, how to question death How come I must know, how answer life
LIFE Life is an illusion. One may live but One does not have Life.
The Riverthe river ran crismon red with a hint of blueThe River
ever flowing
always going
it pours the the murder of a mid-summer afternoon the splashing and trashing of the water destroid the silents
No longer splashing Not still thrashing
the dager dripping still of blood into the river flowing painted red with the juice of our vains it shown in the sunset of this mid-summer afternoon
once again setting forever regretting
He knelt in hatred, sorow, pity, and greif he felt as thoe it should've been he with the dagger, the dagger throu
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