Power

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Power

Raging demons lay in wait for me even if I can fight back my power alone wont save me from being torn apart from the inside out. I will need more than power but even with power it still wont be enough there will always be an empty void in my heart that will never be filled no matter what I do. Death is something I look foward to is there really anything to expect from life than just that. The end of time is drawing closer and closer but what to do...Nothing just wait for your turn. This planet will continue to grow off the blood that has spilled from the people of this world. I may be a soldier who stands alone but I am warrior who has friends and I will never backdown from a challenge or a chance to protect those close to me.
The question is, Im ready for death but is death ready for me?

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Silver777’s Poems (25)

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