11/8/2016 0 Comments Reality?I arose from my sleep. I awoke from my dream; Searching to retrieve... Searching to find peace. I was told that by a need, We’d lose resolve; we'd break and bleed. We'd cease to belong We'd reach death before life hath begun. . I arose with disbelief To see ten fold, a quest for peace. It was deemed a short reprieve. This blackened train hath greater speed... to reach destiny of debauchery. I dissolved in lucidity I saw mountains of concrete. With nature infringed upon; And better days so far gone.... The turbulent storm, hath already come. ~Zjien Relician~
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