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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #704061
A revision of one or my earlier poems
WICKED MAN

The world, it is burning in my hand
The ashes fall to my feet gently
I stare at this cloud of dust
That reveals the truth within you all
And I paddle down the river’s bend
I am seeing nothing, I’m seeing farther
Everything is clouded in my future
And I say now to you my enemy…
I am the wicked man
I am ending it for everything
I am the wicked man
I am starting a new beginning
I know the things of the past
I behold the things of the present
I create the things of the future
With all my vastness and emptiness
I can do all that is said
The sites of the ancestors are now clear
I can see the true target ahead
Aiming high yet I’m aiming lower than before
I’ve forgotten to never forget
The cities try as they may to rebel against me
And I only see what is clear in front of me
All I see are clouds of vapor and dust
I am the wicked man
I am ending it for everyone
I am the wicked man
I am starting a new beginning

- poet Darká
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