Poem.
As I proceed to derive
An explanation that dwells
In a pool of stress
I remain attentive and express
Poles of the unknown we’ve grown
Tolls of the tones we’ve shown
Colors of frown I respond
Tricky not really
Filthy is a possibility
Seven tales abiding
Our constant ways
Days we’ve experienced in constant trays
Wondering about our distant mates
Bringing he say she say
An idea we contemplate
Leaving unanswered the aches
That made us want to escape
Reach elsewhere in
The dark abyss for an explanation
The wise solution
To problems that found
A perfect concubine in seven
O so naturally
While we await the approval of a seal
To bring us the stamp of appeal
Revealed to the real
Clever enough to challenge this ordeal
As it remains we
Know not why we ruin
The very entity
Which holds the key
Days owed to Creation
A fact disputed like
Rivers run to Seas
A never ending quarrel
For which holds the truth
In a sublime diction
Overlooked in principles
It has been altered by
The very ones who prescribed the solution
Historical details that tie
Distant families to
Prophets who were left to die
Their words to remain awry
Centuries following their passing in Gaia
Twisted feel in our remembrance of their deeds
I guess progress got in the process
Some believers got in peace with their text
Others continue to scream their at a best
Truly who is to care
Is it an old fashion trend
Or more so an intimate blend
One on one relationship
Should keep us all satisfied in the end
Falsehoods got to become
Our sure ways in a midst of foul ways
Adjourned to worse coming
For those who made it through the thirst
We now claim to challenge the turf
Which may bring the answer
To shut all suspicions to Dirt
Looking to the sky
In search of evidence of our own demise
As factual information
Of such demise
May be the only event to restore
Lost harmony
As we pay more care to
The very entity that holds the key
Seven ways span this auction
Lost in seas of dispersion
Followers awaiting
The returning glory of
Those left centuries aside
As the gap widens by the tide
I abide with a perspective of a wiser side
Pushing in every direction
To claim a balance that brings reason
To our differences
This vertical gradient
That continues to bring in a gyrating story
The memories of our pettiness
As humans left on this earth
To simply regain
The dignity that our greedy
And forceful ways
Led us to have revoked in the nowhere
The very thing
Which may hold the key to the answer
We as humans search for
By means of the hidden pleasures of destruction
And through the complexity of construction.
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