The mission, wasn't-- to obsess
We're so caught up in how much we, invest
Nurture us out of this unrest
Protect us from anything that might, regress
All while the mind stays restless
Trust in giving-- your best
There are so many energies we can not see
I try to remind myself
Of this-- Daily
Who am I to disrupt the harmony
Or to instruct the disharmony
So close, but as you can see
It is above my reach
"Nurture us out of this unrest"
Pain and suffering is where we nest
But please, "Trust in giving-- your best."
About the Creator
VioletSun
Dalvin.
Some of my writings are inspired by this(or these) incredible artist on twitter.
https://twitter.com/lvl374?s=20
There rest are, well... me.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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