The Powers within
What would life be if we did not experience love, or anything for that matter? This world would be pointless, and life would be meaningless. We would never experience the excitement from the powers within. Now, in these dark times, there is a child crying in each house. The heavenly angels have fallen, and their last ounce of beauty is seen in the sunset along the horizon of the ocean. What unsteadiness has taken away our sanity? The curse of life feels heavy, like a frozen pledge. Now-a-days, what does not drown in tears drowns in the cold ocean. There is still hope. Our dreams are an island of refuge for the apocryphal legends, seeking sanctuary from the cold fear. It is here that I allow myself to feel newborn love, but when I wake up I see it engraved on the stone. Standing in a row, marching forward– so slow and heavy– armed with revolvers. They were too powerful. It is in the quiet of the nothingness that I feel the emotions of the powers within.
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