Traversing ‘cross this ancient land
Perhaps nimbly or quite plodding
Did I die from freezing cold
An asteroid or from flooding
Was I cloaked in scales or plumage
Was meat or plant my food
Of one thing we can be certain
You’ll use my corpse for fuel
You’ll guess and guess in ignorance
Yet label with such certainty
Then mix my bones with other’s bones
And create what is not me
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 days ago in Critique
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Hahahahahaha those last 4 lines made me laugh! Well done!