Hope
Hope is a poison that infects our minds.
Hope for something better when there is none.
Hope is a rot, infecting our hearts.
Hope for the hopeless is a lie, a sin.
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“My breath is offensive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own brothers” - Job 19:17 || Welcome to my page. I like to write about myself and the things I experience, sometimes metaphorically, sometimes not.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Abstract philosophical critique of hope as universal concept
SparseMeasureDense
Four dense lines; repeated idea of hope-as-poison with variations
DarkSentimentBright
Strongly negative; despair, corruption, lies, sin throughout
StillEnergyExplosive
Accusatory tone; sharp declarations with harsh consonants
MicroLengthEpic
Four lines; micro-length poem
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Extended metaphor of hope as poison, rot; personification
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric; internal philosophical voice without narrative
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