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Apocalyptic
Time is an illusion,
Hot or cold never exist,
Where life is eternal,
And being is primitive,
Relative to dying,
Tame Is undead.
There is no peace,
Hate does not live,
Earthly illusion of matter.
Light forgets its bounds,
Instinct is primary,
Vicious is king,
Ingenious does not exist,
Neglect is impossible,
Growth is naught.
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As death wil always,
- Title: Apocalyptic
- Artist: Scrapeon
- Description: The being of apocalypse, the reason of existence, the fight we'll reach, but never pass, as it is the end of all, and the Start of all, It is beyond, yet can be seen. See all, but can do nothing. you know all, yet can't think to apply it. No false, as all is truth, and you are forced to live all known truths one once commit. Truth is relative, not always true. you are relative, therefore your existence may not be true, so fall out of the shell you were caste.
- Date: 08/22/2011
- Tags: apocalyptic death apocalypse thwart
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- Scrapeon - 08/23/2011
- The grammer is part of the poem, I understand your point. The word caste is in the dictionary, it has more than one meaning, so my meaning is differed from yours, I checked on a common online dictionary called Dictionary.com, so It good as is. Do you see the words hidden in the beginning letters of the poem, it is a continuation as the poem does not end at the end of the page,"As death will always, THWART THE LIVING, as it is in the capital letters going down.
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- Death Piano` - 08/22/2011
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Interesting concept, although I might suggest playing around with your punctuation to bring it out of every line having a comma or period break at the end. To me, it makes the flow of the idea within the poem a little off. Although perhaps it is meant to be like each line is a breath as we question existence in the piece.
(And PS in your description I think you mean cast instead of caste, which is the system of separation between the wealthy and the poverty stricken) - Report As Spam