A Rambling of Worth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My thoughts, simply put into corporeality.

Be wary of deceit, young children, for it will ensnare you in the twinkling of an eye.
It comes silently, and with good intentions, before it sheds its fraudulent skin and its full, wretched glory is exposed.
Its bite is virulent, malignant, noxious: a bane to man.
Nary a soul escapes its clutches when its true form is realized. It leaves not the option of liberation. Bondage is surely to follow.

"In the darkest gloom, be yet not afraid:
For every evil shall be wholly repaid.
And even when it seems that all is lost,
Give up not; iniquity doth have a cost.
And when oppression lifts its ugly head,
Struggle not, lest you end up dead."

We could all go on as children, entertaining ourselves in the plants and such.
But it is not so; Death waits for no man--- as it is said.
And so Death shall not be halted, neither by man nor by Time.

I long to regain the carelessness of childhood; the joys of boyhood.
But the Grave says otherwise: and I am coerced to bend to his Wishes.
Be it a decision of my own: suffering, pain, grief---the utmost lows of mankind---would be non-existent. Their effects reversed. In doing so, restore us to greatness as a race, a people...
May love be with you all.


Submitted: January 21, 2012

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