Modern Poetry Course Fall 2018 final.
As an author I cannot tell you what to make of my work, but I would ask you to not think of this anti-religion. I grew up in the Catholic Church but left it in 2...
[The Lonely God]
Here I sit upon my throne,
made of cobalt, made of bone.
Far from the sun are we,
far away from any raging sea.
The storms that crash above my head,
cast the rains upon me colored
red.
βοΈ ππππππ ππ πππ ππππππππ βοΈ
An abomination was coming, and he did not look back. He was X. The Terror of the Universe was a sight to behold. What lay strewn about the planet before him was terrifying. Several columns of flesh gyrated into the air, ea...
ππΌπΈπππΈβ
βWhat is this, some kind of sick joke?β scoffed chief forensic investigator Gareth Brown. He laughed at the abomination before him, which was sprawled out on the examination table.