My philosophical poem: The breakdown of the soul
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 7:22 pm
A Sofa, a chair, two people sleeping, crickets chirping.
A church bell rings. Calm empty eerie. Astarte the Goddess reins down destruction on her enemies.
A frog a pond next to a building makes a croaking sound a building. Beautiful souls. Crickets chirping. Soon it will be over my friends.
Darkness night destruction. A CD player and Stereo with Toshiba on it is next to an old Television that has standard definition and a PS1.
This is the break down of the soul.
hrow that tv into the pond let it be surrounded by mighty winds.
Help us manifest the nature of our Father Satan.
Bring destruction upon his enemies.
A 16 inch Standard Definition bulky tv and a PS1.
Two people sleeping once more. One in the bed one on the chair.
A fuzzy sound a reptilian laughs. Crickets chirp again.
The Standard Definition TV screen fills with static. Never to turn on.
The Dump out on the way to the river park. That is where that tv shall rest for all eternity until it's parts are but dust in the ground.
The PS1 lays forgotten for all time as what the fuck do we do with these cord thingys.
The soul of that tv and PS1 has died and been forgotten forever.
Only the Stereo remains to play Jams from the shelf where all these things once were.
It's like the standard definition tv never existed once more plunging the PS1 into darkness.
This is the break down of the soul. Satan time and evolution has had it's say.
From the astral it is born and to the sands of the earth it dies.
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Spiritually open people will feel this weird and creepy energy. The poem in a way captures and communicates it as well as images and concepts to you. I am super advanced. Thanks for reading and listening and have a nice day
A church bell rings. Calm empty eerie. Astarte the Goddess reins down destruction on her enemies.
A frog a pond next to a building makes a croaking sound a building. Beautiful souls. Crickets chirping. Soon it will be over my friends.
Darkness night destruction. A CD player and Stereo with Toshiba on it is next to an old Television that has standard definition and a PS1.
This is the break down of the soul.
hrow that tv into the pond let it be surrounded by mighty winds.
Help us manifest the nature of our Father Satan.
Bring destruction upon his enemies.
A 16 inch Standard Definition bulky tv and a PS1.
Two people sleeping once more. One in the bed one on the chair.
A fuzzy sound a reptilian laughs. Crickets chirp again.
The Standard Definition TV screen fills with static. Never to turn on.
The Dump out on the way to the river park. That is where that tv shall rest for all eternity until it's parts are but dust in the ground.
The PS1 lays forgotten for all time as what the fuck do we do with these cord thingys.
The soul of that tv and PS1 has died and been forgotten forever.
Only the Stereo remains to play Jams from the shelf where all these things once were.
It's like the standard definition tv never existed once more plunging the PS1 into darkness.
This is the break down of the soul. Satan time and evolution has had it's say.
From the astral it is born and to the sands of the earth it dies.
---------------------End--------------------
Spiritually open people will feel this weird and creepy energy. The poem in a way captures and communicates it as well as images and concepts to you. I am super advanced. Thanks for reading and listening and have a nice day
