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emgolajones

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2015
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Wish

November 20, 2015

Isn't it beautiful? That infinite void and suns? As if God and Satan are competing for attention.

Showing contrary points of interest. Like God wants us to rember our firsts and lasts and mosts,

But Lucifer wants the bleaks in the between to be held dear. All it takes is a fluttering heart to

Be swayed into heaven or hell. A single memory cherished or forgotten. So all I ask you, my dear,

Is to remember my voice and my words. For that is is all I can be on the ethereal plane that houses

Angels and Demons. Just remember the jubilance and melancholy, because when I am gone that is

The only remain in the between of my life. Was it the first embrace or all the following ones?

When you join me in this dance called death and step into the void or the light, the choice is yours

Not mine. I can not pick in good faith never knowing if you'd walk the same path. I will wait at the 

Crux of Saint Peter's and Cerberus' will, never faltering, never craving a step. Fallen or Risen, it is a 

War between what you decide to hold dear.

 

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