Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Riddle XXVIII

Please Bury...

     Every unintentionally born kilowatt wrought from tomorrow's hopeful soil, Our sandcastling happiness is a harbinger whose continuously plundering humanity of energy: whose farewell has been long hopelessly said, Death is a slit contagious wrist surviving as a mere shadow vigilante undiscovered by our self deter all positivity tormented day endlessly willing are the dedicate everything blindly slaves... Unto merely continuing... No disgustingly inequal: Lost!


In lieu of dying,
To discover...!?
Everything...
Or nothing...!

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