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This poem is at best a literary short of a classic romance gone awry told in the point of view of an unnamed narrator, the identity of whom I hope is argued by my audience. I'm not a professional and I don't think the poem has reached it's best stage yet but I'd prefer it if my lack of skill was met with good advice and friendly argument. Note: Some of my keywords are actually hidden themes
Does HEAVEN truly exist ? Why are there so many creatures suffering in the secular world ? What is the purpose of life ? Where is the paradise ? Does it truly exist ? No one knows ! I only know so many creaturesβ live as the living hell. Are we paying for our own Karma ? Do you understand the reason why ???
Just some random journals that I wrote. I cant guarantee satisfactory but.. I tried and I hope you guys like them. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. :)
Aeval had an odd hunger that she can't feed, until she kills a man because of it. She must learn how to control it
Screams invaded the dark that was his consciousness. Crimson spatters invaded his mind. Violent shudders overcame him. Red was his color. And nothing was going to change that.