Zachary Zuccaro (November 9,1989 / Tennessee)
The Trinity is as a flame
which is one entity
yet may be divided into multiple entities,
each independent of each other
yet may conjoin to form one again.
Thus, the Son is from the Father,
and separate from the Father
yet is the Father and One with the Father.
Likewise the Spirit is of the Son and of the Father,
and is separate from the Father and the Son
yet is one with the Father and one with the Son.
Bulging bags droop from the sky,
a physical manifestation of decay.
Neglected friends discarded on the wayside,
memories discarded with the day's rubbish.
Silence reigns supreme in the twilight of Melancholy.
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