VII

I'm not pretending that there're no mistakes in there, I know I've made a lot of them, but it's, like, my second attempt to write a verse in english, an unexpected and occasional one, hopefully not the last


Multiverse Is Making
all human kind depending
upon its own desolating
Desires, wishes. Thus, repenting,

Most In there, molding, melting,
facing sunshine glancing, are pledging,
but all the same too soon incinerating
by their own foolish acting
an unexpected dreadful ending


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