This Precipice
this precipice of existence
that’s the darkness of space
secured and cold in this deep
and cold expanse
we continue those warning
for God
could not continue on
and fell so far behind
looking for weapons
and not technology
in their shortest
emonure
they fell so far
behind they
were thankfully
to get torn
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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