The League

The League

A Poem by Moving Mass
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Part one

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There is nothing in this world that is completely black or white,
But there is no gray region either.

The individual sand grains of truth called out to me, motley. 
They longed for solace. Solitude among kin.
So I took them, and created my friends.

Friends from ash,
Friends from steel,
Friends from stone,
Friends from rust, 
Friends from gold.

These are my council, these are my kin.
Give me a berth, put me in quarantine, confine me in isolation.
But no matter, 

I unanimously consent.

© 2014 Moving Mass


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A good declarative piece. Expression and fervor throughout. Strong piece

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Moving Mass
Moving Mass

Ceres, CA



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My name is Michael. My birth date is March 3 1996. I recently put up a picture of my face, and now I'll probably look like a felon haha. I like to write about dark topics sometimes, and I love crime s.. more..

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