A Thought From Our Maker
There lay no death down below,
Endless oblivion, the song of the bone,
A path towards nowhere, where stories unfold,
The visions of the dead, a memory untold.
Ancient voices, sobbing at the door,
He who resisted, but could not ignore,
Soon subdued by the directive,
Humanity's entire subconscious collective...
Demons of times past,
Angels that never were,
They all joined together,
All joined me in this realm.
Throughout the ages of nature,
They oscillate out, and back into play,
Living inside a thought from our maker,
Symbols no different from us today...
Copyright © Emilio Mesa | Year Posted 2022
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