- Fading Reverence: The Leader's Descent
In a world where leaders are sought,
Now a once-revered head distraught.
Bound by fading yearnings, so frail,
Trapped by desires, his own trail.
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- A Brooding
I am born of few words,
Weak as ants in defense;
Poetry built my senses,
Now, my writing roars.
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- Untitled Poem
Biting stock of struggles,
A flowing doom that persist,
Boosting the truck of hate;
A dieing name to revive,
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- Awaiting Change
The flow of my very own thought,
The buzzing sound from the future,
The steady bright future being secured,
Like a bright star that can't be captured.
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- The Promised One
The dubious lark of prophets,
The great Creator's promises,
Then, Isaiah did sound it;
Just like a resounding gong,
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