Unitology

Unitology

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

This
This is it?
Your holy
Transformation?
Your unity
Of body
And soul?

This
Nightmare?!
Our salvation?

Your
Hearsay
Gave us war
And
Chaos.
It's asked
You
To
Die
And
Become
Monster.

For
Blasphemous
Gods.
All for this
Insanity?

We're all
That is
Left.
The last
Beacon of
Life,
Yet,
You'd
Replace that
With nothing
But,
Dead. Space.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Posted 5 Years Ago


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Very strong emotions here...
again, making me think-

when do we choose the nightmare- or to become monsters?...

and what do you think is Life....that you both have to offer?
So interesting.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Added on April 13, 2016
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Tags: Death, transform, holy, religion, unitology, dead, space, dead space

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The Poet of Black Wings
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