Gone
What will be when we are gone?
The world will surely go on?
The laws to obey will be obscure
The answer is death has no cure
Life is the illusion of concience
A thing we experience as everyone watches
If judgement day does arrive
I'm intrested to see who flies
If we all shall perish in the end
It's far better to end as friends
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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