Poems from domn1995
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
That there is no god.
In the faith that looks through death
They neither speak nor call to...
The sight of letters on a page,
makes me cringe and want to escape.
Even though we are often told,
that writing comes from the soul.
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Citizens of the East, citizens of the west,
Citizens of all the United States,
Listen to my wise words,
Recurring from great political...