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Let us talk about
the fallen poet.
When he had committed a crime
of murder.
Back when the world
is a prison sardined
with thousand
convicted minds.
He was a fugitive
that sought
refuge to the
compacted walls
of asylum built
inside his minds.
He was sinful.
Murdering souls
with so much
infliction of pain
one cannot bear.
He once stabbed
his lover with a
pen and the wound
began to cry ink.
But who knows,
it was a crime
that was left
unjustified.
He had once
caused chaos
to the world
then people
protested for his
death.
The fallen poet
escaped and
never to be seen again.
But look he sought
sanctuary within
the very walls
of his madness.
There he was
sacred.
He created his
own universe where
humanity is perpetually
bound to the suffering
and death.
He was a god.
Holy and ruly.
He was being praised
by his own disciples.
It was majestic.
But the fallen poet
wanted to fly.
He wanted to
soar and cry
for freedom beyond
the fragile roof
that was concealing
his sin from the
sinful prejudice
of humanity.
So the fallen poet
took his wings and
tied it to his neck
and began to soar
high that no
human can
ever discover
his existence.
Now the fallen poet
is free.
No, he is no
longer fallen.
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Updated on October 21, 2017
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