Belief alleviates the loss of what leaves in spades. A burst of mist amidst the cosmic firth, that evaporates into the ether of death and birth. You are not heaven sent, the angels not ebullient. A lie coats the reaper's scythe with the reflection of a lover's eyes. The void calls all into the abyssal pitfall. No afterlife after death gives permanence. It's evident. You are not heaven sent, the angels not ebullient. A lie coats the reaper's scythe with the reflection of a lover's eyes.
Written by: Julian Kerins
Submitted on: November 07, 2020
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