The Peers of Divine – A Poem

Posted on by isaacolajos

IMG_2950Fall upon the ranks of man;

Grovel to be free,
Apathetic to be left to mourn.

Rise upon the man of lords;

Nothing can live in this valley of life,
Nothing can wither that is not born.

Sit atop the lords of none;

Weathered is our kin,
Incoherent are their sons.

Isaac Olajos

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Born in 1993. A student at McMaster University. I run a creative writing blog called ThinkWords.org, check it out! Talk to me about adventure, food, travel, music, science, opinions, or anything to get my mind running and you will have won me over.

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