The Forgotten First Sin
Dry, brittle and scarce,
Are my vocal cords,
As it shook me.
The physicality bears no question.
Only the worthless "Why?" which won't be.
Is it a minute detail?
It bears a lot of significance...
So, the small things in life make a difference.
Barely noticed by others, I see the change,
Creeping up sneakily, a serpent waiting to strike.
There's a warmth radiating from my depths,
That can't be extinguished so easily,
For when all materialisms are gone,
It remains the true meaning of life.
Which you cant appreciate.
I want to have a discussion.
You have to bear the consequences,
But sadly I'm the one to suffer.
Collapse of the Empire.
A.
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