Traits of the God's
Sunrise to sunset
to live in the life of the unrest
where beauty meets cruelty
depending on how you see the reflection
opened or closed eyes
either way we are, alive.
Traits of the gods with independent thoughts
genes from our mothers, if we know them or not
love we experience, foreshadow's it not.
Bound to a beautiful time,
it is pure cruelty, I can't call you mine.
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