Revealed Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Revealed

Rating: 2.0


Sights of the cosmic
tempest of the universe
is silent and small

our bodies decay
bygone' from existence, yes?
red lights shining far

do raise your finger
after reading all of this
reality is?

once long ages gone
most well kept secret techniques
tune the heart and soul

one's true adventure
ignoring everything done
Midnight's Sorcery

universal race
challenges the human race
to grow the phuuck up!

Friday, May 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: challenges
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Inspired by the word works of Oerath Windsoul
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