poems from a death god : The First

By , Highland, CA
Light, Silence, then Gray. It has always been that way, and humans come day to day.

They must drop hope, for it will only cause plight. To tell them this, is my bestowed right.

Until today, no human hath interest me so much. His thoughts, I could not budge.

He challenged the facts, with his abstract ideals.
He got into my brain, which he cleverly revealed.

I realized that even I, the death god, could not answer his nor my questions. So a deal was struck, with the most vague intentions.

The human would descend back to earth, to live and die again...





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