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Juxtapose belief with pain and suffering...
On the seventh day with no restriction in sight,
leaving a cloud, a cliche he tarnished...
A fire raged in his mind so fierce
that his eyeballs bled and imploded...
He wasn't a man
of that he was glad...
When he sleeps, he sleeps for decades
away from here physically...
This grey mound no longer matters
entombed in gristle floating majestically...
Alone
silence ringing...
Portraying such childish humour, yet
evil resides within his blanched mind...
Those four blank walls encase me,
offering comfort and hiding my personality...
Winds move me, gales stripping my branches bare
feel vulnerable, in crisp midnight air...
We have ridden life's roller coaster
Yet we have always stayed on...
Masking pain with a smile braver than
a bird taking flight through a gale...