Samuellance
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I am paradoxically infinite.
I am paradoxically infinite in my soul , my spirit and my mind,
I am a swarm of concepts that flutters the dark sky at night,
I am a league of wisdom , that paints different realities per time,
I am immortally divine, living in different dimensions yet never dies.
I am vaster than the spheres of the multiverse all combined,
I am deeper, than the shallow oceans , And welathier than her banks,
I am paradoxically infinite in my soul , my spirit and my mind,
And even with an earthened cloak, yet I sublimed to a state divine.
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Symphony of pains..
In good morrow was nev'r spoken in the tales of shame,
In solemn worship was nev'r praised to the ones insane,
In forgotten sorrows, should a song of joy nev'r played,
In orchestral ballads, thus resounds a symphony of pains.
In chords struck, resonates a trail down a memorial lane,
In drums scorched, bands a beat of troubles led astray,
In good conduct, leadeth the crowd to a misery far away,
For in sad music, saveth a song, led to souls in derailed.
In dark nights, singeth a hymn echoed by a nightingale,
In cruel days, playeth a flute, whistled by a weary crane,
In royal thrones, sitteth a grieve, crowned by an early grave,
But to brighter days, hopes and wishes must be kept defrayed.
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Only love 💕 can hurt 🤕 like this, sorrowful 😔 at gleam piercing a needle's deep,
Into the soul, breaking the spirit, to an outward pain of a heart bleed 🩸,
Drenched by broken 💔 promises, and a million thoughts of memories deem,
Unto a life, once held in love's dew, to the night veils of a spiteful dream.
Drafted from the shadows of an emotional drift, spaced out this misery,
Of a choice, leading an army of words to a selfish war, of pain and agony,
And left without a shield, the heart ❤️ suffers the most without an infirmary,
For love, reckoned as a bright light 🕯️, cast the fate of a greater adversary.
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