The World As Just A Thought - Poem by Christopher Cariad
There’s a nightmare
that resides up there,
blood raining from these
Creatures hiding in the dark,
feeding upon the memories
of days past.
The mental war is raging
between these creatures of good and dark.
Only this blood will last,
ALL that is of the past.
This world is just a thought.
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