Concepts
the conception of Hell was as inevitable as the conception of Heaven and one never knows where they tread. along a green path in the sun or shaded hills at nights mid. the soft of mind have always - upon the happening of the inexplicable - dictated theory to one another as to the cause. from the rising of the moon to the falling of lightning; failing crops or the bounty of society; portents are but signs to guide one thru the journey that is bound to end. and suffering is but a checkpoint to keep one at bay pressed by the hands of royalty and religion to stay your place
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tkurkos
I am a published poet twice over. I am 31 years old (in body), have three children, and a wonderfully supportive and decidedly beautiful wife.
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