pricks the conscience with bloodied truths
it hurts to feel this way
part of a collective thought I feel others pain
silent chatter that goes on all day
sulking in the shadows where I dwell
listening to their wandering minds
my soul star hops
through the universes deep and wide
the children of the horde, with the will of warriors are ready
they will take on anything for the experience
they ask me to follow down the Rabbit Hole
my thoughts decline I've been that way before
Lucifer approaches his entourage in tow
he speculates at my state of madness
to be his warrior brother yet locked in the confines of the mortal
oh brother to be brought so low
pity really may I soothe
I answer, of my own volition I chose
his will is I depart with him now
my soul decides to let it ride
Rated for Mature(17+)
let it ride
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imagination or is it?
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️