Before The Door. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Before The Door.



We're before the door
Of the realm of eternity.
We have been mad in our own reality.
Now, We've realized how poor
We've been. We've lived and killed in the name
Of money and status. We're fed by 'carpe diem' flame
We worshiped the liquid angel of prosperity.

Thursday, June 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: ego
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