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Charred among the ashes stirredA people left here uninterred.No beds of peace or roses here;A feast alight for blackened bird.
A man can learn all that he can, Can know so much he need not plan, Could see it all, across all worlds, And yet he’d be but half a man. With sight Omnipotent he has,
My world is empty my world is full my world is dark and harsh but not cruel my world is old my world is new my world is mine only wish i could show it to you my world is fast
Reading ellicits many worlds For boys and girls, alike. Open a book and you've entered a new reality, One that's meant just for you. Experiences never had, Feelings never felt, Emotions unknown.
I build Worlds Or at least Worlds to me Amongst the trees and shrubs I build my heart No one taught me, no one needed to I just build small worlds with my hands Things I've seen, in distant lands
oh oh the mighty pen all others bow to you oh oh the mighty pen not many know how to use oh oh the mighty pen that builds and tear down worlds oh oh the mighty pen
When I look around me I no longer see faces All I see are people whose minds are in other places No one speaks; no one tries to be heard Just keep your head down, and immerse yourself in another world
Torn apart between Two guardians’ religions As well as my own Torn apart between Celebrating both of two worlds Or neither at all
I wake up everyday in my dorm Alone, 3000 miles away from home
reading the pages of this book i am drowning in desires draped across my eye lids and slowly being pulled into an active unrealistic reality you see here in dreamland you have the power
Touch Connect Feel Hold Horror, Fantasy, Adventure, and More Genre for everything and everything is genre Book Stores, Libraries, Books Nooks, and more
Sail with me through the universe and we'll ride the velvet skies. We'll jump the rings of jupiter. Just take my hand darling and we'll fly away.