''ET for the TE''

This poem is dedicated to an artist & a poet whom i look up to the most. The name i prefer not to disclose. Thank You for reading LP

He felt it in his bones

Blood rushed through his brain;

He, was stoned.

He planned a murder,

He built a religion.

He said he can't feel anything;

But he knew he was alive.

As the end was coming near,

He felt no fear.

The desert was his mother;

His siblings,and his father.

"Its a monster"

That's what he said...

His warnings were all written down,

It was The End.

He was a shaman,

a priest and a sinner;

all in one.

He lied, he was afraid.

As she continued to dance on the hot sand,

It was too late to get the monster out of his head .

 

"The chronicles 2012" 

 

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