The sun, a heart
Pumping all things with heat
Bringing me to life
Causing me to die
Bringing others to life
Causing them to die
Like planets in the universe
Planets revolving around the sun
If the sun dies
So do we
So does everything
And we end up with nothing
We start all over
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Angel of Death
Poetry! Comments are welcomed!
Other voices
Images in my head
Angel of Death
Inside my head
- SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND
- "The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life." By Robert Penn Warren
Quotes in my mind
"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --i t is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life."
By Robert Penn Warren
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