The Lost Diamond of Ein Sof
A ripple in the fabric
Ironically messianic
A blistering cold truth
Relatively incomprehensible
As a suicidal zero maniac
Free spirit of the divine
Set loose to wreck havoc
People look dazed and ask
Are you seriously one of them
Illuminati blood in the vains
But of another level all together
Not of this world and not bound
My only restriction being fear
As much as i do not always believe
Those who do, look creeped out
If it wasn't for their prayer and hate
I would propably never bothered
So i sell the last part of decency
Before i stand naked in front of God
And tell him it was me who raised hell
Reacties op dit gedicht
| september: | Vrijdag, februari 12, 2016 16:44 |
| Boeiend geschreven. Ik kwam graag even lezen. Liefs | |
| Pascal Janssen: | Vrijdag, februari 12, 2016 15:03 |
| Lijkt wel een biecht... Greetzzz Pasje |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 februari 2016 | ||
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