The monolith's birth place!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The monolith
where the church bell swings bares no name. A procession of skeletons lead the way a funeral march, the coffin held high to the Gods carried as a sacrifice. While they bared all to the naked eye for all to see no one could figure out who was who. How the monolith's birth place was placed over death to be dressed in lichen greens.
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Added on December 13, 2020 Last Updated on December 13, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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