Category : Poems

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Suffocating heat
Smoke that follows fire
Life was just a treat
Given to those who recognized that what followed might be dire
The promise of temporary bliss
As we trampled through ; with such a short time in which we could conspire .
Why is it that we searched for happiness such as this ;
Yet , in the end we seemed to simply comply with the status quo ; and leave room for others to admire . 
The hope that follows ,
The makings of our design ,
In hatred and eternal pain our creation wallows ;
Far fetched from what we pictured as eternal and divine. There is now only room for judgement , our souls , and the place for those seemingly unworthy of eternity in the shadows of the worlds design . Let us now begin to see the future we have painted and the makings of its beauties and allure, for perhaps  , in our final moments, we will truly understand what type of feeling is that of life’s evil that is simple and pure .