His whisper sounded like an ocean, void:
If you don't live for something,
you will die for nothing.
His breath smelled of expensive lies.
If you don't live for something,
is life valuable?
His breath smelled of expensive lies
bought with years of emptiness.
Life is valuable?
I can't help imagining the future
bought with years of emptiness -
moral whores silenced for peace.
I can't help imagining the future...
You, you will die for nothing.
Moral whores are silenced for this peace,
and I saw it all in his ocean void, his whisper.















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Very nice, I really like this. "His breath smelled of expensive lies."
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Don't mess with me, I know karate!
And sushi!
And a few other Japanese words.
Thanks very much!
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
I have to add just one thing to my previous comment:
Win!
Now I have to reread this poem and see what prompted you to say that lol.
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The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. --Rorschach, Watchmen
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