I have touched the heaven's bell,
I know my way around the mazes of hell.
Not devil, Not angle
I, a newborn mortal.
Gist of God is to have faith and hope,
Fist of the fallen pushes me to the ropes.
Not a believer, Not a dealer
I, a killer and I, a builder.
One has been silent for a millennia,
Other whispers to me every minute.
Not thirst for love, no interest in lust
I will carve myself a well,
Out of the Earth's crust.
*About the evolution of man .
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Poetry from a Naive Quill
Thơ CaMusings of a teen who has a soul of a dead poet. I know that I am not a good poet yet but I want to tell my works to others. So here it is. @ALCRUX IS ME. The cover is made by @toxicpot14. She is amazing. The pics used aren't mine nor I have taken p...
