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Wisdom From The Pure One- Time

Poetry By: ThepureLight7
Poetry


The pure one goes into detail of the essence of time itself


Submitted:May 5, 2009    Reads: 86    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Time.

The impurity of modern civilization.

It rips away at all that we are,

pours it's merciless claws into our bodies,

and rips out our souls until we are nothing but a husk of our former self.

It never says it's sorry,

it never gives us a second glance.

It just does it's business and leaves us to rot upon the ground which we stand.

It keeps finding more victims as it tears across the surface.

But fear not,

time is not our enemy,

for our shells will decay and provide rich soil

for the lives of others to thrive upon,

and grow into a beautiful flower of life.

After this, the process is repeated.





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