Sea of birds I stared above the Holland skies, and saw a Sea of birds in waves of black. Biblically apocalyptic it appeared, and I became frightened by what I thought was Gods’ wrath descending on our withering world. How strange, what I was seeing, strange because this was nothing I had ever witnesses before. Something would happen suddenly that would prove what I was seeing. The sun that was once still and motionless, atleast from my eyes, began to drip its fire across all the lands of our planet. The sky as suspected from the stories of my ancestors has come true. The sky has certainly turned into blood, and the soil once pure, is now foul and tainted. Punished and damned are the mortal people. What foolish games we play, sifting day by day through the sands of time, slowly pouring through until there’s nothing left. And so our soles escape to a destination, be it good or bad, only the dice and cards hold that unpredictable truth. Not even the Saints in Heaven wish to interfere, but merely look down at a process, and can we never know the celestial truth until the point of immortality. The soul is free, in the most pure and truthful sense that it can go to any point in the Universe, and any point of time, space, and reality. The sole aloud axis to all points of infinity, and can touch where forever ends. The Saddest truth to the soul, and the most unbearable thing any sole can endure, is the entrapment into a human shell. “God set me free”!
Reason for writing:
There is really no particular reason for my writing poetry, I wish I could think of some creative answer on what inspires me, I really don't know. All I know is I enjoy writing what comes to me, and i hope you enjoy it as well.
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