By: Maxwell I. Gold
I have thoughts where in darkness they dwell, inside the cosmic voids which quell, my heart and mind to see, what I want to truly be. This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time.
My words speak true to me you see, like some great and holy trinity. They are my soul and my fiery desire, that will keep alight, my burning pyre. In darkness, pure and terrible fury, or even the most waning misanthropy; our words are ours and this must be so, for in our hearts and minds we’ll always know.
This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time. When stars may die and the cosmos ne’er breathes again, only then will I know when; my words shine brighter in the firmaments, brighter and brighter in their phosphorescence.
This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time.
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