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by Alex Johnson 2 months ago in surreal poetry

Thou shalt see the end of thy desires

Photo by Alexis Fauvet on Unsplash

He couldn't control his desires

Always taking him higher

What he was worshipping was worthless

His worth started to be worth less

Moving like an animal

Always acting on instinct

He though he was being distinct

He didn't realise, his ships been sinking

But now its too late to be thinking

Death has arrived, right by his side

I believe! I believe! He cried

But it's too little, too late

It was already written, God's fate

His ascent unto Heaven

At ten past eleven

Failed risk to reward

Sought desires he explored

'Twixt heaven and earth

At God's gate, his desires shall test their worth

- Alex Johnson

surreal poetry

Alex Johnson

Writing whatever comes to mind.

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