Writings

& I wipe your somber eyes, tears desolate, the stains a reminder of your burning pain. Your eyes the color of a dove’s light feathers, and as such I am purified & a thing, almost baptism befalls me.

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For whom all my live’s dedication,

Pushed upon me, unjust untruths enforced underhandedly,

Thou disgust I, despised by others of like sanity,

Undoable pain thou enforce,

  • Hear my voiceless cry,

    If you are god,

    You should answer.

    inhumanly, of none remorse,

    Failure to prevail

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    By viewing others as objects, you yourself have ended up as a soulless object in others eyes. When all is said and done, we are all objects of others and our own cognition; a blank state is always filled

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