Loath - This human curse.
I am Disgust incarnate.I dare love naught but material goods.
My dreams faded with the sense
of Gods' glory in my heart.
I loved once, but can't see the sense of it now.
My existence is temporal and my hopes hopeless.
The quick fix of immediate satisfaction of this bodys' cravings
is everything I dare dream of to assuage my plight.
But it is insufficient as recompense for not
having had my minds desire for the infinite fulfilled.
I am Human - aware of temporality. A wanderer
of this dying planet with the taste of Death on my tounge.
I am Disgust incarnate.
All things fall away and rot. And so will I.
Have a coke - have a smoke.
It is all for naught, anyway.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2014-10-23 at 09:48
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