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Preface: This poem is about man’s plight on earth. To be or not to be? To believe or not to believe? What faith am I of? What morality do I harbor? Is God even real? Am I my own God?
And while man has this introspective self-analysis , a woman goes out and sucks some cock. And that’s the way life is.
Hallelujah, cries the herd
separation soon occurs
One of God and one of Rib
To dust both shall return
He labors, relentless,
bruised beneath his sores
She yearns to find a triad
Of darkness, in the moor
He is to she
What he is to Him
And what, then, should she
Lament for, again?
Of God or of luck?
What faith shall he breathe?
Yet, deep in the plains
The woman just fucks
@astatine @isis_Bleach @Kozner @Thompsonz @ropemax
And while man has this introspective self-analysis , a woman goes out and sucks some cock. And that’s the way life is.
Hallelujah, cries the herd
separation soon occurs
One of God and one of Rib
To dust both shall return
He labors, relentless,
bruised beneath his sores
She yearns to find a triad
Of darkness, in the moor
He is to she
What he is to Him
And what, then, should she
Lament for, again?
Of God or of luck?
What faith shall he breathe?
Yet, deep in the plains
The woman just fucks
@astatine @isis_Bleach @Kozner @Thompsonz @ropemax
