Caelum Despicio

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
Unlike all other creatures on earth, we humans have the ability (or inability as it could be considered a hindrance to general qualia) to worry about life after death, a literal postmortem retirement as it may be. Why do we spend our lives worrying about its antagonist?

Submitted: September 10, 2016

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Submitted: September 10, 2016



Want you to cry, All seeing eye!

Want you to try, All will see me die!

Bleed me dry?

Come like the sea, Blood red tsunami!

Guilts on me, Still I climb the tree.

Tallest of it's kind, Another wave behind me!

There is a cerulean moon by noon, another Messiah who came to soon?

Just a god whom plays by another tune.

Take it away, No matter if I pray.

They asked me to stay, Yet time tends decay.

I will be a holy runaway, That or life will lie in ennui.

Let halos fall from guise.

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