Flesh
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Love is the most logical of things upon this Earth, and yet, its representation, of oneness, or God, has no understanding by science. That is because love represents the mind, while science gains by way of the form. Science cannot ever have the ability to comprehend the mind and its functions, because its most logical
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Three layers, meaning, three separate areas that can become three focuses for a world, filled with creatures identical to “intelligent beings” called Homo-sapiens… And these three layers are: Bottom layer: Death. Middling layer: Flesh. Top layer: Love. In a current world obsessed with “liberation” and “equality”, we’ve changed simply the words for the three layers,
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Where have graces taken thee,When you shielded before fate and misery?You play with the night,Like a bouquet of roses,Sniffed by children, and eaten by cats. Believe me, in my woe,You are the doomed harlot,The failed woman of many curses.Among that god between your legs,There are eyes that cry a sorrow. You glisten by day,To glisten
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Death has eyes like two heated lanterns,And I am forced to learn survival.A promise I had formed,From hands that were once bleeding,And strength now raises me for a keeping.To make beauty my own from flesh that continues to writhe,From a woman I adore, and will never allow to scream.Any and all who threaten harm, I
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I fell beside thee,And formed for us, quilt made of romance.I love all that you are, of all eyes made to be orbs,For the future’s peering, into its watery distance.We sail in our fear,And quake beneath tears,Oh, how terrible are the stars under your eyes,You’ve made a bed for us both,A bed of love, made
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Unloved and made for pain,Here is me, made for the world to see,What is death with a breath?What is love without the sigh? With a face once so full of gold,And no more beauty to behold,Angel wings burned,A life upturned,Like mine,And I fell upon a thorn. Sympathy is the reward of the overthrown,Stepped down to
Modern Romanticism 