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Tanisha Sethi

Abstract Tragedy Inspirational

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Tanisha Sethi

Abstract Tragedy Inspirational

A Spirit Sped

A Spirit Sped

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A spirit sped

Through spaces of the night;

And as he sped, he called,

"God! God!"

He went through valleys

Of black death slime,

Ever calling,

"God! God!"

Their echoes

From crevice and cavern

Mocked him:

"God! God! God!"

Fleetly into the plains of space

He went, ever calling,

"God! God!"

Eventually, then, he screamed,

Mad in denial,

"Ah, there is no God!"

A swift hand,

A sword from the sky,

Smote him,

And he was dead.


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