Random poetic excerpts | 13 March 2022

Time will tell its tale. Sometimes you’re the pen, others, the paper.

I don’t control the world, just the art that comes from it

The wisher’s final wish is forgetting wasted wishes

Tribus Verbis Idem

The difference between good and evil is that good needs evil to exist, but evil only needs opposition

It's not a race 
All finds its place
But just in case
I'm carrying my mace
War paint on my face
My shoes I lace
I run through space
The Truth I trace

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