Bulldozer Vs. Garden Poem by Lucas Akkadian

Bulldozer Vs. Garden



Through another tragic sunrise
Inside this perfect wasteland
where I have come to believe
the mother starves the meak

I faced the coming end,
feigning wisdom with holy rituals,
that anesthetize the weak,
and sat alone
awaiting sunrise
In this forsaken city.

And I've come to believe
that when the breath of heaven gently sweeps
down from the stars to slowly freeze
I won't feel, but know
That to end is just to start again
and rise up like a phoenix in the night.

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