Dawn and Demise of Human Nature

Seed of Time.

Stem of innocence.

Song and rhyme 

come to be.


Then sliver the branches

of vice and temptation.

Corruption and combat bloom.

The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.


Death from pride. 

Death from love.

Death of time. 

This poem is about: 
Our world



I like it, shows about human life.

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