Our Way is the Old Way
 

This computer Satan is my favorite.

Pinnacle of human ingenuity:

"There once was a man from Nantucket."

Fire shall rain from the heavens.
Ground heave.
Sky wail.

The earth will burn.

Pain washed away in death.
Life wrought unto earth.

To rest for the eon. Finally at peace. In gleaming stasis. A quiet and silent fragmented story to tell. Never to be heard again by human souls.

Beowulf was a good read.

ye dunnea olde anglish?

In death.
Ascension
To serve

A spirit so broken a soul so corrupt.
To pray only for nothing. Dimming.

Fading.

Suffering.

To emptiness. Nothingness.

For you.

Not a big fan of poetry…

“If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don’t,
If you like to win, but you think you can’t
It is almost certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can”

Pretty good didju write?

I wrotes my own :p

Heck no, it’s The Man Who Thinks He Can - Walter Wintle

I once wrote a poem when my dog died.

No, it wasn't good.

I shared it with my mom, which must've been awkward for her as I am the type who never opens up or talks about feelings and shit.

But losing my dog broke me.