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Insignificance (edited by a friend)
Death is what allows us to live
but without life what are we
but insignificant things walking about?
We all have a purpose to make a difference
to someone or something.
As i stare at the blood red moon
tainted with grey craters
I think of how i will make my
difference and those grey craters
being those left behind,Those insignificant
things and as the black clouds fill the sky
I think of death standing watching us, waiting
for death to fall upon the moon
filled with the blood of the insignificant.
but without life what are we
but insignificant things walking about?
We all have a purpose to make a difference
to someone or something.
As i stare at the blood red moon
tainted with grey craters
I think of how i will make my
difference and those grey craters
being those left behind,Those insignificant
things and as the black clouds fill the sky
I think of death standing watching us, waiting
for death to fall upon the moon
filled with the blood of the insignificant.
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