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In exile
He spoke little
Or rather he chanted,
Why did I live?
Why did I breathe?
Through this destruction,
At that very question
Everything became lost in the answer,
Man asks
God replies
Yet man does not understand,
For the reply dwells in the soul
Until we die,
Until the end where every essence of divinity is reviled.
- Title: NIGHT
- Artist: candarck
- Description: This poem was composed from different lines from the book NIGHT! From different pages! I compel you to try 2 do the same and see if you can make a batter one then me!
- Date: 08/25/2009
- Tags: night
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- xXxOrGAZZmic_ObsessionxXx - 08/29/2009
- well the book is awesome and the peom is deep. so good job lol
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