Studies in Sobriety Poetics Donate.
         
  It's ancient stories, but are as relevant as has always been. the gates which open is a river of soldiers marching against an enemy and from the bones of the dead was walls built  to protect ;  

To Guard It

 

     

Into the vastness do I cast
   the emptiness,
for all which doesn't exist
  all regrets, excuses.
For in our mind was made
   it into prisoners.
It is but to open the gates
  to pour it with Thou.

I do understand, I am the river
  their spirits does so flow
like tears through Me and You
   for all their poisons
which drips, deadlier we are.

For all ressources used
  to but flavour
from the banquets set
  forth and back.

For they take and take and take
    upon the riverbeads,
into ocean to become a drop in it,
  it wouldn't exist without us,
I am dying with you for our tear.

Yet oceans were made
  in our footsteps
did they rise and fall
  like waterfalls.

The colours does so change and
   into eachother runs
to protect the hearth of it all
  It is so simple, so little
to not abuse it, but they take -

They all make to chase it
  instead of created,
then nothingness found
  in their hands.

Vast armies was raised against it
   so much cruelty -
to be so heartless to protect it.
  I am dying with them
our tears they are so deadly.

For into it was too dyed
  walls of bones
which there surrounds
  the Holy Places.

       
 
         
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