Posted in Randone

Just because

Chooser of life
Acceptor of death
Why is it so
That it never ceases

Strive against
The roaring tide
Only to be sucked into
The rip tide

Feelings so hollow
Echoing in emptiness
Sometimes I feel
Vast nothings
Can save an entire race

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