Writing on the wall
Honestly?
Can you not grip the grasp,
of reactions of the restitution?
I can't actually tell you,
what it means to be a God.
It would simply coincide,
with which does not collide.
Everything you have known,
that has been shown to you.
Once taken and recollected,
just turns to worthlessness.
They all hate you,
do you know that?
I can reclaim,
that they despise your existence.
You have been profited,
by the powers that be.
Only to fly too close,
to the reigning son.
Ride these flames,
while you still can.
Even though it disappears,
as soon as it's shown.
I hope you can recall,
The writing on the wall.
Can you not grip the grasp,
of reactions of the restitution?
I can't actually tell you,
what it means to be a God.
It would simply coincide,
with which does not collide.
Everything you have known,
that has been shown to you.
Once taken and recollected,
just turns to worthlessness.
They all hate you,
do you know that?
I can reclaim,
that they despise your existence.
You have been profited,
by the powers that be.
Only to fly too close,
to the reigning son.
Ride these flames,
while you still can.
Even though it disappears,
as soon as it's shown.
I hope you can recall,
The writing on the wall.
This Poems Story
It tells the story of a man who's in tune with himself just a little too much. the warnings of the subjects planning his execution, basically giving him his time being up.
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