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Only For The Righteous by Quinn S.
“Void” like the one expanding before your very eyes,
by your mother, who gave you the ability to read this poem, eat with your hand and understand the concepts of,
“Light” is the thing we all yearn to bask in, yet can’t take the pressure or responsibilities that “Doom” the death and destruction all around you, you consume the dead through your mind come with the rays, only takes it as “food” to replenish your energy “Rage” given by those who completely lost to become the, sense of hope, act out their feelings to cope “Space” to share your ideas, become intune but don’t know their own self worth, with your bodily functions, to create with no “Hope” the light in the belief that everything will hesitation and in turn give into your feminine ways but soon it will all end when, be ok, even if today was their last, “Time” ticks and tocks rocking you back and forth to the beat you’ve created for yourself, infinite possibilities of how your life could’ve ended, where your mind and heart disconnect, where your space is taken and replaced “Blood” bounds you like chains to your relation- with the doom you hoped wouldn’t follow you, ships, burdens carried by you which need to be which filled your blood with rage, remember to released to help you heal from the vast poten- breathe, the void will soon be relieved with the relief of light, before time runs out. tial of each, “Breath” the winds of freedom calling your name to become a confident version of yourself, detached from responsibility you are the captain of the ship now where,
“Mind” your imagination of how things will turn out is what cripples you, logic is a disease that can plague the mind which in turn darkened your, “Heart” which gave you the vary definition of your identity, your soul will forever be tied to the earth you were conceived on which brung, “Life” your veins filled with the nutrients given
