My Poetry


6. Strength

The sky cries mighty tears,

but I have no fears.

It lets out a loud shriek,

but my expression remains bleak.


The gods scream the truth,

but I am immune.

For I am made of lies.

Hades calls, Satan calls, but I produce no cries.


I smile and defeat my weaknesses

because, at heart, I am fearless.

And that is something nobody can fight,

no matter their measure of might.

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