Stare Into Space
Stare into a void describing your own beauty,
Fixing your stare so longer than the beasts of blame,
Blasting is a soul, blatant remarks of royalty are styled,
Further than snowy realms with their snowflakes,
So much is the religion that we endow to our children of snow.
The birth of the oceans resembles their death,
Geniuses are given a foreboding feeling of feet
Stamping intelligence and virtue on their meat.
Stare forcibly towards the cosmos of love and destruction,
Stars have a fate similar to justice as it stares into
The void to satisfy whims and wishes of the Still Earth.
I see a void, I see a void of such incredible strength!
One sees inside it a velvety blackness of stray cats,
One feels the amusement of lost centuries,
Space gathers its gusty wing, like birds too like their owners
Of the real hurts, the real pains of this hour.
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