DEATH IN A NOBLE KIND "I look to like, If looking's liking move..." Fear, Scrutinizing yellow manuscripts for some answers When eternal bliss has shifting shape to mere annoys When years no longer teens but not yet forty-five And ink of blood is no longer a prive Mass consumption creates a ruling demand Making creation clumsily run by errand There, Some welcome to contemporary longevity Where old scraps is praise without deep thought And excessive hopes enslave the present I stay On holding to where I begin Squeezing the truth from eternal sin Learning that true lord break free from lords And embracing death As the birth announcement of fresh gaseous material From anguish to hollow, only Eternal memoirs would serve as the only light.
Reason for writing:
My experience on the other side.
Birth sign: Aries
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