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Of The Old Gods by dknile, literature
Literature
Of The Old Gods
Daylight sobs in the cosmos night holding nothing but silent tears.
The feeling of loneliness seizes and colors my red soul.
Can I pray or do I sing to empty oceans?
Still I dwell on what mother earth has handed me, and ask why?
Why do you the serpent with your barren heart
Poison me with your of bitterness and nothingness.