Any
older
fearful
daily chaos
frightens you
for eons an evil
whispering of your
first name, rattles the
heights of heaven’s home
unnerving unknown terrifying
dreams challenge your willingness
impact your fleshiness, make boiling
your bloodiness, confront your soul with
what, has passed by forfeits, and you realize
to finally oust you out, you must let go of your
old faiths, those old unmoving tomes and seek, the
grounds of forever, those unseen abounding untainted
soils of eternity, and throw yourself into the present day’s
fray, of tragedy and sorrows; answering, that Shadow’s calling
and as nightfall shatters an infestation that you choose; you
loose your self, out into the probability; that this is
your last cold moment.
Your Last Cold Moment
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