Quae fecis
Dies irae
Quid estis
Misero sum
Why have you come?
There is no late or early for you
Only the time the deed is done.
Yet still I say a soul you did take
That made me feel for you hate.
Scream to the heavens!
Why can I not?
Why should I not?
I will!
Dies irae!
Dies irae!
Still that one is gone.
Still that one is quiet.
Still never to hear her song,
Nor dance,
Laugh,
Play.
Gone.
I am a person who is slowly beginning to understand the power words have in altering the very nature of the world people exist in. I did not have skilled speech when I was growing up but I did have the ability to write and talk with my written voice. I have learned and elevated my spoken voice over time but am ever improving as I learn new ways to produce the effects upon people I desire. It is not about controlling other people that I learn but about walking the path I want to in this interconnected world. View more posts
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